January 2010
1 post
Here I give, a song to thee , to make your own, to make you free. Your burdens speak a night so long, take heart, my friend, my song is young. Its the song of hope, and lovely joy, of friends to come, and friends who stay. It talks of mountains green, and lovely walks in lovely spring, It weaves for you the dreams to fill, with eager joys the song shall bring. Sing it now , and sing it long , and...