1. Walk The Sands
Love, tell me of thine eyes,
And I will tell thee of thy hands,
As the moon soars in blue-black skies,
And shimmers on the sands.
Love, tell me all thy mind,
And I will tell thee of thy heart.
We live once more; war’s long-behind,
Our love nothing can part.
Love, tell me of thy sleeping,
And I’ll tell thee of thy dreams,
You walk in dark, quietly creeping,
And drink from enchanted streams.
Love, I’ll walk with thee on sand,
By starlight, moon or Sun,
We’ll sing the songs of our glorious land,
And pray future wars are won.
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