When I was young through beauties gaze
winds blew by me as if to sing
Their songs of love to me were praise
that lifted me upon their wing
Rich did the spoils of time unroll
an empire's trophies I would raise
And write my name across life's scroll
to earn the laurels of friend's praise
Can anyone know what will come
when the wind blows us cold and gale
Or what direction it be from
when finally we set our sail
But now those days are tempered dear
time's winds no longer sing for me
For now the quiet hush I hear
makes life's truth so easy to see
Tate
Original musical version
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/618398/
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 11:53 PM UTC
When I was young through beauties gaze
winds blew by me as if to sing
Their songs of love to me were praise
that lifted me upon their wing
Rich did the spoils of time unroll
an empire's trophies I would raise
And write my name across life's scroll
to earn the laurels of friend's praise
Can anyone know what will come
when the wind blows us cold and gale
Or what direction it be from
when finally we set our sail
But now those days are tempered dear
time's winds no longer sing for me
For now the quiet hush I hear
makes life's truth so easy to see
Tate
Original musical version
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/618398/
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