When the billowing curtain calms
and the night is lit by our moon
the trains will roll on by
and in slumber we will be soon
Dreams will be sweet and merry
of days in golden light
The morning blissfully calls us
to take the new day with delight
The birds will sing in the garden
the kitchen will clink and chime
the house will ring with happiness
and will forever be held in time
When the hours of the day holds you
but your arms are far away
I'll be sitting on the swing in the garden
Waiting for you, that's where I'll stay
Sep 16, 2019
Sep 16, 2019 at 4:59 PM UTC
When the billowing curtain calms
and the night is lit by our moon
the trains will roll on by
and in slumber we will be soon
Dreams will be sweet and merry
of days in golden light
The morning blissfully calls us
to take the new day with delight
The birds will sing in the garden
the kitchen will clink and chime
the house will ring with happiness
and will forever be held in time
When the hours of the day holds you
but your arms are far away
I'll be sitting on the swing in the garden
Waiting for you, that's where I'll stay
