No Mourning Morrows

Want no mourning morrows No running lakes by the falls Want no laughing sorrow No empty standing by the walls Don't lock my door of morrows Don't stretch your hands, where i can not touch Don't shake your head, i'm no lost Don't leave me on a lonely walk I'm tears for rain to come A drying flower for joy to come I'm your dream to creaming dawn A lonely child to a growing world