This song of evening's light Would charge my memory to flight The trees that listen Swift wings do carry on through constant Gardens they offer delight It is the evening
In deepest woods and fern Young deer step light through morning's mist Ascend the swallows First light streams through the treetops Bouncing as the flowers illuminate The breath of morning
This song of ages past I lay in peace midst grass so green To reach to skyward Where larks do sing such high delights Do pour into my senses The days are blessings The days are blessings The days are blessingsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
