And even as I felt its presence,
My clouded soul grew bright,
And the tears, like the rain of morning,
Melted in mists of light.
REACH YOUR HAND TO ME
Reach your hand to me, my friend,
And even as I felt its presence,
My clouded soul grew bright,
And the tears, like the rain of morning,
Melted in mists of light.
Reach your hand to me, my friend,