Night Lies Quietly
Night lies quietly at my window
And a wind's song billows the curtains
Of my window overlooking the valley.
Listen now to a wind's song,
So tearful in the willows by the brook
Rustling youthfully
Under the moon of April;
And the tears cried
Spatter in the spring's dust
Of the rutted country road.
Listen now to a wind's song
Full of zest,
Wandering in the woods
So dazzling in color;
And a waterfall,
Knowing the words,
Unceasingly echoes the refrain.
Listen now to a wind's song
And one will never be the same...
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