Trade Winds
Sweep me up into the sky
In a cotton storm cloud let me fly
Back to where my life began
Back to an enchanted land
By purple mountains silver stream
Lay me down where I can dream
Let the yellow light shine up
A Celtic sun, a buttercup
On meadow sweet with blanket green
On such familiar thoughts I lean
Sweep me up I thee implore
And I will never wander more
In cotton storm clouds let me fly
Bold trade winds please don't blow on by
Please login or register
You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
Login or Registerleave comments/feedback and rate this poem.