Come O my love when our mornings are sweet
When shadows beneath us the valley so deep
When stars up a-shining, the sky blue and gold
A blind eye returning to days yet untold
Through the eye of the storm
O come my sweet summer's child
Grant not the sands of time pow'r where you lay
Veiled in dark till come dawn
Love I long for our very day
To the sands let them rain where they may
Come love shall we far on hills up a-high
When darkness receding the sun now in light
Through rocks may we venture, a sight to behold
Make haste love of time for the tremors fortold
Through the eye of the storm
O come my sweet summer's child
Grant not the sands of time pow'r where you lay
Veiled in dark till come dawn
Love I long for our very day
To the sands let them rain where they may
Come with me love, though the days end are near
Through cold when the snow fall shall freeze every tear
Roar may the winds and weep shall the night
A flame now engulfing, the rose not in sight

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