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