Oh land of crook and silver brook,
Of shadow dank and mossy bank,
Restore what she before forsook,
Where plundered stones asunder sank.
From the mire will come no spire,
Long forgotten this old castle.
Fawn and fish, and swan's desire,
Wistful leap from thistled tassel.
So may in dreams come what seems neigh,
The plunder of your wonder years,
And to the sky your prayers fly,
To banish all your early fears.
Now with your friends the fair begins,
The lost, the lonely, silent few,
To heal hearts and help amends,
And help their lives to start anew.
I'M STUCK ON YOU LIKE GLUE.
Sometimes it hurts so much that I know
it could never come true,
I wish you would notice me some day,
Then I know it will soon pay,
I'm stuck on you like glue and no one
can pull me apart from you,
Your personality makes me want to hold on...
maybe like...super glue,
I'm stuck on you like glue and no one
can pull me apart from you,
Ya...I'll still be stuck on you
till you notice me some day...
WHISPERING AUGUST
August had three sisterns,
Name of April, May, and June.
When he came to slake his thirst,
One would ladel him a spoon,
Of water. His three sisters,
Knew the coming of the moon,
But August in his whispers,
Knew a joyful little tune,
The daughter, of his neighbor,
Sang when she was all alone,
And heard her at her labor,
As he passed her way to home,