I Expect To Pass This Way Again Soon
I expect to pass this way again soon, if it's only to dry your eyes,A morning will come, with early sun, and I'll look from the skies,I'll watch over the rainy day, and when clouds are grey I'll wait there,By that ancient brook, we stood to look long ago we once took. I expect to pass this way again soon, if it's only to hear you speak,Not to hear you weep, but to see your gentle smile, so faintly sweet,The memories the sun speckled hours, the moonlight on soft flowers,And you on that high brow sitting in dusk, in shadows of nature's dust. I expect to pass this way again soon, just to quietly watch you dear,Just to remember you as you once were, on this eventide so clear,In the April spring Bowers that flare, I will breathe in the night air,Sit beside you as you slumber deep, where the nightingale meet. I expect to pass this way again soon, just to move in your inner light,To be a ghost within your atmosphere, to watch over the ebony night,,Where Christmas church bells carols knell, that's where I will also dwell,I and the eastern star above your plight, will protect your beloved flight.