Jassy Melson
08-29-2010, 07:59 PM
Come, child, to open windowsill,
sun has sank, shaded dusk is here,
weep no more cries the whippoorwill.
Vermeil valley, honey-hued hill,
silver-horned moon and stars appear,
come, child, to open windowsill.
Births and burials, good and ill,
beauty to ashes, womb to bier,
weep no more cries the whippoorwill.
Yellow fireflies flicker and mill,
katydids call, crackling, austere,
come, child, to open windowsill.
Although, to live, we all must kill,
nothing lasts, all must disappear,
weep no more cries the whippoorwill.
You will receive what you instill,
so take heart, little one, take cheer.
Come, child, to open windowsill.
Weep no more cries the whippoorwill.
sun has sank, shaded dusk is here,
weep no more cries the whippoorwill.
Vermeil valley, honey-hued hill,
silver-horned moon and stars appear,
come, child, to open windowsill.
Births and burials, good and ill,
beauty to ashes, womb to bier,
weep no more cries the whippoorwill.
Yellow fireflies flicker and mill,
katydids call, crackling, austere,
come, child, to open windowsill.
Although, to live, we all must kill,
nothing lasts, all must disappear,
weep no more cries the whippoorwill.
You will receive what you instill,
so take heart, little one, take cheer.
Come, child, to open windowsill.
Weep no more cries the whippoorwill.