Mourning
Golden fingers
Play gentle on my pillow
As the day proclaims
Her soft alarm
And though no lover
Strokes my head
God hath no sweeter touch
For one who wakes
Alone
Play gentle on my pillow
As the day proclaims
Her soft alarm
And though no lover
Strokes my head
God hath no sweeter touch
For one who wakes
Alone
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