If I were a soldier of afternoon
I would take my sword and fight for her a thousand
If I were a sailor of west
I would win the endless sea and die in shore sand..
If I were a hunter of midnight
I would live with a wolf and place my prey before your feet
If I were a Irishman poet
I would write your life as long live poetry in dank blue sheet..
But I was man with hope in eyes
And I was a boy dreaming
I had a soul dying though
I had a heart breathing !
But if I were a child of snow
I would make your frosty and cold
And if I were old mad painter
I would use blue and gray to sketch you bold
So if I were a mountain
I would echo your name in every wind's sigh
And if I were a eternal sky
I would search you in cliffs so far so high
But I was young man
I had just a young song
And I was just wondering kid
I will wander in vain for so long ..
Aug 9, 2019
Aug 9, 2019 at 7:40 AM UTC
If I were a soldier of afternoon
I would take my sword and fight for her a thousand
If I were a sailor of west
I would win the endless sea and die in shore sand..
If I were a hunter of midnight
I would live with a wolf and place my prey before your feet
If I were a Irishman poet
I would write your life as long live poetry in dank blue sheet..
But I was man with hope in eyes
And I was a boy dreaming
I had a soul dying though
I had a heart breathing !
But if I were a child of snow
I would make your frosty and cold
And if I were old mad painter
I would use blue and gray to sketch you bold
So if I were a mountain
I would echo your name in every wind's sigh
And if I were a eternal sky
I would search you in cliffs so far so high
But I was young man
I had just a young song
And I was just wondering kid
I will wander in vain for so long ..
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