Vineyard Days
Stolen kisses
After Sunday prayers
This brings me back to my vineyard days
Playing fools
Feeling like warriors
Humming the song of the mockingjays
Walking glistening streams
Dreaming sizable dreams
Under moonlight beams
Caught in a violet haze
Promises kept,
What can’t be said will be wept
I’ll find my way to you in every maze
My heartiest devotion
To this fleeting notion
Vows whispered gently
Now written in blood
For the longest I believed that time decays
But you’ve restored the faith of my vineyard days
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