On Nights Like This.
On nights like this of wither snow
And look I not to tears that weep,
Shall I of-end that tomorrow
or sleep with sleep that I might sleep?
I could have won with good delight
With chill of rain in August winds
Yet sleep come not at envious night
When I am lost within the winds.
I'm wand'ring cloud out of the blue
Beneath blanket of beaut darkness.
The starry stars are such of you
With beauty of charming darkness.
Oh, how would your hair make me glad
While thunder clap, it flow with breeze?
But when I'm two tyred and sad
Your smile filled face will buzz my bees.
On nights like this, when cold is warm
On nights like this, I'll bread your dreams
On nights like this, the light sights form
On nights like this, you'll make my dreams.
"words from the innocent mind"