The Rain

Rain like angel tears

Falling from above

The mud miring under our feet

To show the rain our love

A gloom from hell creepth over

And the chime of the old church bell

The moss embraces tombstones

Of the men who fell

On mist and midnight skis

Apollo's sun will rise

In lucid sleep,together we speak

Playing in arctic sands

To the one forever dear

Bringing the sun so close an near

Blazing almost wild eyed

Dusk will claim and I will not blame

For whom ever will cry