I wait upon the morning star
Beneath the sullen trees
And from the lonly wind I hear
A bittersweet melody
Well, it was a voice, truth be told,
A maiden dressed in black
And as she turned, and stood I saw
The tears fall down her back
I knew she was crying for the star,
The new one in the sky
Perhaps hers would keep mine well,
Though old, it shone nearby
Beneath the trees I met her,
The willows weeping too,
Side by side, she and I cried
While the world carried on its tune
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 5:08 PM UTC
I wait upon the morning star
Beneath the sullen trees
And from the lonly wind I hear
A bittersweet melody
Well, it was a voice, truth be told,
A maiden dressed in black
And as she turned, and stood I saw
The tears fall down her back
I knew she was crying for the star,
The new one in the sky
Perhaps hers would keep mine well,
Though old, it shone nearby
Beneath the trees I met her,
The willows weeping too,
Side by side, she and I cried
While the world carried on its tune
