Oh ,Lynn, My Love - To the Tune of Danny Boy
Oh, Lynn, my love, the end is lowly calling me
From wake to sleep, the ebbing of my life
Our summer's gone and all your flowers are lying
But I must go and leave you, loving wife
Come to me, when all your gardens thriving
Or when our land is slushed with fallen snow
Yes I'll be here, whenever you come driving
I'll wait for you, my love, a long time yet to go
And if you come, when all your plants are dying
And they are still, as still, I, so may be
If you will, simply, come to the place I'm lying
And plant, a little flower there for me
I will hear, though soft you dig above me
And all my dreams will only be of thee
If you will come and whisper, you really love me
I'll restfully sleep in peace, until you come to me
Copyright © Steven Clark | Year Posted 2013
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