The road down to the bridge,
Gleaming in silvery;
The leaves rustled with sneak ears;
A hand took me to a shadow,
And cupped like a tulip in bud;
A smile sailing in the air,
And lilac scents surrounded;
A nightingale clapped her tender feather,
And I
lost
my
voice…
Gleaming in silvery;
The leaves rustled with sneak ears;
A hand took me to a shadow,
And cupped like a tulip in bud;
A smile sailing in the air,
And lilac scents surrounded;
A nightingale clapped her tender feather,
And I
lost
my
voice…