Heron, Heron come my way
I hope that you won’t fly away
My dear sweet bird who’s home is mine
Lets sit right here and pass the time
I’ll tell you of this place I knew
A mystic place where dew drops grew
Alluring sun sets everyday
Where winter winds could laugh and play
Heron, I know you know this too
For this is where the currents blew
You from your flock and out to me
So this is where we ought to be
I miss the trees that used to sway
While flowers grew to greet the day
Heron, please, I beg you, stay
I miss the trees that used to sway
And little raindrops brushed away
And little raindrops brushed away
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 9:29 PM UTC
Heron, Heron come my way
I hope that you won’t fly away
My dear sweet bird who’s home is mine
Lets sit right here and pass the time
I’ll tell you of this place I knew
A mystic place where dew drops grew
Alluring sun sets everyday
Where winter winds could laugh and play
Heron, I know you know this too
For this is where the currents blew
You from your flock and out to me
So this is where we ought to be
I miss the trees that used to sway
While flowers grew to greet the day
Heron, please, I beg you, stay
I miss the trees that used to sway
And little raindrops brushed away
And little raindrops brushed away
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