The Personal Space of U668857 «
Calling
In the wet and sullen leaf-fall
my darkness is a violin;
the days of far-off melody call
my lonely highways deep within.
my darkness is a violin;
the days of far-off melody call
my lonely highways deep within.
I see the seagull soar in harmony
when all the windswept skies return;
I hear again my golden symphony,
the sweet refrain of dreams that yearn.
when all the windswept skies return;
I hear again my golden symphony,
the sweet refrain of dreams that yearn.
The hills cry out with distant voices
and vistas sigh the miles I tread;
but I am chained to binding choices,
deep ruts of love and daily bread.
and vistas sigh the miles I tread;
but I am chained to binding choices,
deep ruts of love and daily bread.
