The whisper winds
upon the shades,
lay me there
neath their sounds.
The lovely shade by aged oak
lovely sound and sweeping wind
brush my face and leave my peace,
to end the day in even thought.
The whisper winds
upon the shades,
lay me there
neath their sounds.
The lovely shade by aged oak
lovely sound and sweeping wind
brush my face and leave my peace,
to end the day in even thought.