Thursday’s Song

The stolen rivers of desire,
where have they run to?
To the valleys where shy birds sing?
Branches quiver with their hopping.
Leaves give shadowed cover there.

And I will always, always love you
now and when I die.

The rivers run to pools of light,
reflecting stillness in the morning
when all expects
the day to bring on fire.

And I will always, always love you
now and when I die.

In the distance, clouds are altered
by the coming of the storm.
Ah, what warnings in the thunder,
kindness in their grumbles..
Sideways rain, it beats me down.

And I will always, always love you,
now and when I die.

Thursday's Song (2nd version)

Stolen rivers run so quickly
to where the valleys' shy birds sing.
Leaves are shadows, trees do quiver,
as they hop from limb to limb.

(chorus)
And I will always, always love you
now and when I die.
I will always, always, always,
in the by and by.

In the forest pools are mirrors,
reflect the stillness of the sky.
Waiting on the day’s delivery,
to bring on heat, to bring on fire.

In the distance, clouds are altered
by the coming of the storm.
Thunder grumbles out a warning.
Prelude rain is almost warm.

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