Day is done, gone the sun,
From the hills, from the lake,
From the skies.
All is well, safely rest,
God is nigh.
From the hills, from the lake,
From the skies.
All is well, safely rest,
God is nigh.
About Me
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- Water gathering most days I wait through blue and sun till dusk or even later and the rose has faded to lavender, to gray some days, the sleet has started and the leaves underfoot are slick with ice somehow I'm never sorry and never learn one night I waited till the stars were out dropped the bucket into sound, only felt the weight of it filling and the night full of stars and the river full of stars and the bucket full of stars come morning, the coffee is also full of stars
2 comments:
J, there is a story about this song...was written in the Civil War. A man found his own son after hearing him moaning all night, dead. They were on opposite sides of the conflict. The lad was a music student. I believe this was his composition. He was allowed to bury him, but couldn't use the full bugle detail, but a single bugle....was one of the most tragic things I've ever read...
Great story, Brizo. Thank you! ♥
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