Let It Be
There is a place I know quite far from here,
Across the oceans and so far away
Where there lives a poet who is a dear,
When here tis night and over there tis day.
So let me conjure a fantasy
In which dogwood trees are blooming pure white
And only you and I can clearly see
Birds of red and blue above us in flight.
The air is scented with a sweet perfume
In this enchanted fairyland of dreams
Of happy days and nights that end too soon
As we share our spirits, hearts, and sweet schemes.
If only we were able to be free
To let it be, let it be, let it be.
By: Rick Keeble and Carole O'Terry Duet
(A Collaboration)
Copyright: Dec. 8, 2016
"All Rights Reserved"
Copyright © Carole Duet | Year Posted 2016
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