Tuesday, 19 July 2011

I will wake up happy (I wonder why)



It felt like springtime on this February morning
In the courtyard birds were singing your praise
I'm still recalling things you said to make me feel alright
I carry them with me today

Now, as I lay me down to sleep
This I pray: that you will hold me dear though I'm far away
I'll whisper your name into the sky
And I will wake up happy

I wonder why I feel so high
Though I am not above the sorrow
Heavy-hearted til you call my name
And it sounds like church bells
Or the whistle of a train on a summer evening
I'll run to meet you, barefoot, barely breathing

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