The Sun is setting, mounts get darker
bird quiets down, field's getting number
people are happy to get their rest time
while i look at this, and with my heart fly
to a little dark garden in that dear realm of mine
flying in my thoughts, to that place so blissful
and my heart's getting so calm and peaceful
plains getting blacker, forest and mounts
dawn's coming out to the dark blue skies
oh dawn my darling!--and tears are running:
have you just risen over that land of mine?
are hazel eyes seeking you out
up in the blue skies--or forgetting about?
if they've forgotten, let them sleep tightly
and for my fate never care even lightly..
The Sun is setting, mounts get darker
© Copyright: Лорд Брайтон, 2015
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