She
She
© 2005 George Reed
She makes the sun to rise over the valley…
She makes the wind caress the golden fields…
She makes the birds to sing as sun is rising…
And bids my poor heart go on beating…
She makes the wine to deepen in the cask…
She keeps the spinning wheel smooth and fast…
She makes the joyous hours seem so fleeting…
And bids my poor heart go on beating…
She is the ray of light in dark of moon-fall…
She is the heart of song in silent rain…
She is the reason to rise up and recall…
Why my poor heart goes on beating…
She wreaths the world in golden smile…
She makes distances be dwindling miles…
She makes forever seem worth seeking…
And bids my poor heart go on beating…
She tends to all the lilies and the sweet rose…
Singing wordless tunes to all those…
Needing magic in the keeping…
And bids my poor heart go on beating…
She is the ray of light in dark of moon-fall…
She is the dance in autumn rain…
She is the magic in the high hall…
And why my heart can go on beating…
Come cloak my days in ever after…
Come share the crystal laughter…
Come take my world in keeping…
And let my poor heart go on beating…
She makes the sun to rise over the valley…
She makes the wind caress the golden fields…
She makes the birds to sing as sun is rising…
And bids my poor heart go on beating…
Posted: December 29th, 2005 under Songs.
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