1. I sit alone upon this stone Within the forest glade And though it's just a moss-grown throne My rags look like brocade
As in the silence of the morn
2. The sunlight shyly filters in
The gurgles of the rippling brook |
3. I feel the breeze upon my face Like fingers through my hair Reminds me of your sweet embrace The endless love we share
There is no sign of you, I fear
4. And so another day goes by |
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