Nothing More Than Sorrow
Precious time on your hands
n' peace on your brow
Flower of a moment in the eternal hour
Peace be with me now
Not a wave breaks
my heart like the sea
Final silence after a storm that has died
still I cannot sleep
Now all the worlds falling leaves
n' the drifting winter snow
seems to have given me
with its quiet nothing more than sorrow
It's a beauty to feel
a notion to be
skin deep but ugliness goes right through to
the core of me
Where not a bird calls
a work of stilled life
What doesn't bend at some point must break
call it what you like
Now all of this evenings dew
n' for reasons only God knows
seems to have changed you
into nothing, nothing more than sorrow
Hey, let it be said
but it's so hard to confess
Hating rivals more than loving myself
well if that should be my best...
Then the garden is barren
It is fruitless n' bare
All my bloody pains were in vain love
one sorry state of affairs
Lady Luck should have a kinder face
and if she does why won't it show
both slighted n' no less appraised
for bluffing. Nothing more than sorrow
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