Lucrece

CHORUS:

Sweet and low, sweet and low,

Winds of the Western Sea,

Blow, blow, breeze and blow

Winds of the Western Sea,

Over the rolling waters go

Come from the dropping moon and go

And blow her again to me.

Dear love, dear boy

Who walks with me here

Below me lies a valley

Erroded by sad tears.

Behind us lies a gap

Where my father would have been;

It served once as the doorway where

The theif entered.

Light and lust are enemies

And it was very dark.

A rose to young to use thorns,

She was torn apart.

But stolen petals mark the theif

Forever and a day,

And who will hold me now,

And make it goes away?

CHORUS

Can I hate you cleanly

For tearing what you did?

Or will vengeace be a storm

That falls on boths our heads?

But night is morning once time

Brings up the sun;

Forgiveness is the shifting wind

That moves me back home.

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Hold me please and carry me

Through the end of time,

And show my the reason

In the ravaging rhyme.

But new petals I can form

From the dirt at my feet

And be Thou my Father,

That I long to meet.

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