Murmurs through the trees.
Bringing on its journey,
Smells of flowers and honey.
Images come to mind
Of a summer hard to find
Just once again.
Of carefree days, so long
And of the night bird’s song
The moon’s refrain.
Bleak nights constant crying
The wind mourns by sighing
That old love lost.
Lost one August day
In the dawn so grey.
Never more he returns
Love has been lost he mourns.
But I am here and free
His hurting Pride
How can he love to true
One with someone new to hold and love?
God make him realize
More birds fly the skies
Than this young dove.
Of carefree days, so long
And of the night bird’s song
The moon’s refrain.
Written by my sister Jeannie at age 17.
I set her words music some 30 years ago. It is still one of my favorite songs.
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