Please allow me to set a scene for you...Its Sunday evening; dusk is settling in all around; the breeze whispers through the branches and youd swear you were surrounded by gentle loving spirits singing love songs just for you. Got it? You look around and wonder, you look at me and doubt. Darling, your eyes are asking will the flame burn out? No one is sure of sunshine, no oe is sure of dawn, but I am sure my love will live on and on! Ill be tired of you, when stars are tired of gleaming. When I am tired of dreaming, then Ill be tired of you! This I know is true, when winds are tired of blowing, when grass is tired of growing, then Ill be tired of you. Beyond the years till day is night, till wrong is right, till birds refuse to sing. Beyond the years, the echo of my only love will still be whispering, whispering. If my throbbing heart should ever start repeating that it is tired of beating, then Ill be tired of you. ---E.Y. Yip Harburg https://youtube/watch?v=xT4vO8gS4N4
Posted on: Mon, 30 Jun 2014 00:59:01 +0000