In the night,
In the day,
When the storm has left the rain
And my missing you is steep-
You will lay
By my side
In a room too light to hide
Any monsters from waking our sleep.
And the Sun,
She will rise
And banish high tides
'Til the Moon again walks hers shores.
And when spring,
Bluebirds sing,
With me in morn again,
Ne'r am I anything
But yours.
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 11:26 AM UTC
In the night,
In the day,
When the storm has left the rain
And my missing you is steep-
You will lay
By my side
In a room too light to hide
Any monsters from waking our sleep.
And the Sun,
She will rise
And banish high tides
'Til the Moon again walks hers shores.
And when spring,
Bluebirds sing,
With me in morn again,
Ne'r am I anything
But yours.
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