Sing On

Oh, shall the waves roll slowly by when all is tied and still

Abide the fawn and darting quail til fathoms shall run dry

Beneath my feet as I wait on a word or two from thee

Enticed by sunset moon sunrise and all the heavenly throng

Sing on
Sing on
My dancing fae
Sing on and nimbly sway
For on the morrow shall we meet
Rejoined at the noon day

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