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Robin Williamson - Verses at Balwearie Tower lyrics
As how a dream becomes a way, No seed becomes a tree. So seemly love, short shrift does To the dream that weighs on me. All for to gain some key of trespass In the beautiful or the cruel. In wakeful kind I gave at every asking long ago. In that place where love is given, The same where love is received, See how the web is woven, See how the truth is believed. There was a calm that called me so In wield or woe at rest, To rest my heart within that heart of darkness long ago. Sweet is the light of morning And fair is eventide. Quietly once as the shade there passed All along the waterside. To seek the spring of human joy, Or the shores of human pain, A man whose name was written on the waters long ago. |
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