Lady Love

Lyrics

[Bajka] When to the session sweet silent thought Chaos, wars, dysfunction, Men's eyes Trouble, deaf heaven with heartless cries We're not alone but we've been an outcast state Looking upon ourselves and cursing all fate Wishes to be more, rich and hope Able to save this man's art and that man's scope Featured like them, like them with friends possessed With what I most enjoy can find no rest Like a nightingale on break-a-day arising And these ripening thoughts: foolishness, wisening Happily I think of you and then my fate From sullen earth rings hymns at heavens gate Your sweet friendship remembered such wealth brings Then I scorn to change my state with kings When I think of you my friend Sorrows are restored and losses end I think of you and then my state From sullen earth rings hymns at heavens gate Your sweet friendship remembered such wealth brings Then I scorn to change my state with kings When I think of you my friend When I think of you my friend Sorrows are restored and losses end When to the sessions of sweet silent thought We sigh the lack of many a-things we saw We summon up remembrance of things past Deeply drown an eye accustomed to flow Deeper fresh life's lock since cancelled woe A precious soul's haft a deathless night And cried the loss of many a vanished sight They grieve that lifetime's forgone Promised from day to day promised over Many are underdogs few born a four leaf clover When I think of you, my friend All sorrows are restored and losses end When I think of you my friend All sorrows are restored and losses end When I think of you my friend All sorrows are restored and losses end I think of you and then my state From sullen earth rings hymns at heavens gate Your sweet friendship remembered such wealth brings Then I scorn to change my state with kings When I think of you my friend When I think of you my friend Sorrows are restored and losses end Over base, clouds rising Early morning shines More an hour yours and mine Existing in glory with no disgrace True beauty, your celestial face Kissing with gold and hearts, the meadows gleam How many glorious mornings have they seen? With all triumphant splendor from their brow The regions clouds of masked from us now Still hope always will remain suns of the world human loss and gain Always will remain suns of the world human loss and gain