Waiting for You
How fair and how sweet you would be,
as the church bells toll, in my chest you are,
A bright new day, clearly rung,
Not as the grave lays wasted, and a song unsung.
The taste of you has not faded,
From my tongue.
So how many hours, must I wait for thee,
A hundred years, too long? It could hardly be.
as the church bells toll, in my chest you are,
A bright new day, clearly rung,
Not as the grave lays wasted, and a song unsung.
The taste of you has not faded,
From my tongue.
So how many hours, must I wait for thee,
A hundred years, too long? It could hardly be.
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