Everything Comes

Album cover art for "Everything Comes" by Thomas Hardy

Thomas Hardy - Non-Music, Poetry (Literature)

Everything Comes

0 Plays

View ArtistView Album

Lyrics

"The house is bleak and cold         Built so new for me! All the winds upon the wold         Search it through for me; No screening trees abound, And the curious eyes around         Keep on view for me." "My Love, I am planting trees         As a screen for you Both from winds, and eyes that tease         And peer in for you. Only wait till they have grown, No such bower will be known         As I mean for you." "Then I will bear it, Love,         And will wait," she said. - So, with years, there grew a grove.         "Skill how great!" she said. "As you wished, Dear?"—"Yes, I see! But—I'm dying; and for me         'Tis too late," she said.

Rate this song

Rate this song

0/5.0 - 0 Ratings

5
0.0% (0)
4
0.0% (0)
3
0.0% (0)
2
0.0% (0)
1
0.0% (0)

Loading comments...

Credits

Writers
  • Thomas Hardy