Tag heart break
My moving hand writes on and on,
No matter what I say,
I cannot bring him to erase,
That cold December day.
No matter what I say,
I cannot bring him to erase,
That cold December day.
The day was sad and wearisome,
It chilled me to my core,
I’d known that something would go wrong,
Though I could not be sure.
I’d felt so tired and lonely, still,
My heart had ached for him,
Beneath the Christmas trim.
Ode to a meadowlark
Ah, rising sun, kiss morning’s dew
Chill breath of night away thou chase
A sprite from trees there yonder flew
But why flies he away in haste?
As I through meadows lonely pace
Crimson orb, paint sky with red
On fields, again, new day doth break
Yet from love’s loss my heart has bled
And Sorrow, joy of life does take
As o’er these fields my way I make
And I have suffered now so long
