[FONT="]The golden morning is long aloft,
Downy feelings nice and soft.
Mirth, empty joy and laughter,
Nice but what is left after.
Shallow hazes of what will be,
Searching and always looking to see.
The purety is in the loving scene
Hearts of gold, lives of dreams.
When the music is mute; no longer there,
Life is filled with love and fills the air.
No time to think of melancholy woes
Just time to reach into the bottom of souls.
And remember well each other's hours
With happiness and bliss that'll always be ours.[/FONT]
Downy feelings nice and soft.
Mirth, empty joy and laughter,
Nice but what is left after.
Shallow hazes of what will be,
Searching and always looking to see.
The purety is in the loving scene
Hearts of gold, lives of dreams.
When the music is mute; no longer there,
Life is filled with love and fills the air.
No time to think of melancholy woes
Just time to reach into the bottom of souls.
And remember well each other's hours
With happiness and bliss that'll always be ours.[/FONT]
