For Sweet Morrow's Song
Each moonlit walk, each starlight gaze
On nights that knew such carefree days
Each whispered thrill on breezed romance
The passion of another chance
Each salted spray of ocean’s mist
On mornings blue yet to be kissed
Reminds me yet of nature’s grace
As time sifts sure like sand through lace
Oh let me sing sweet morrow’s song
While palm trees still wave to the sun
While rivers that know the secrets of life
Still course through the veins of my heart
For purpose must it always be
And must it be of such design
And is it not enough to breathe
To drink of love’s rich wine
Oh, let me know sweet morrow’s song
Again and again and again
Till every last note of the chorus is sung
And no line is yet rendered still
Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2025
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