Your Song
The cold north winds
blown by the breath
of all the lost
of all in death,
Noreen can’t you hear me,
you’ve been gone so long,
Noreen can’t you hear me,
I’m singing your favorite song.
As snow blows past the rushes,
And whitens sunless days,
Here I am beside you
Singing at your grave,
Noreen can’t you hear me,
You’ve been gone so long.
Noreen can’t you hear me
I’m singing your favorite song.
Of all the loves in all the places
There could ever be,
Yours is found for evermore
Resting here with me.
Noreen can’t you hear me,
You’ve been gone so long,
Noreen can’t you hear me,
Can’t you hear your song?
Submitted by J. Lester
August 2, 2011