And then, when all this did rain fall And cover thee with a blanket of gray. It shrouded and clouded a tender heart That was
Helen’s topic for this week’s Song Lyric Sunday had me a bit stumped. So much, in fact, I almost decided to tap out. But, as
At one I tried. At three I cried. At half past four With hollow arms Embrace denied Until at last With final glance It died.
I thought I had the handle grasped. Secure. Routine. No sight too bright of light nor liquid flowing feeling Could leave me reeling. Concealing more
Winter’s winds willingly give way to spring sighs. The huddled and hooded. They shed. Unbind. A cascade of purple pillows play before my eyes. Petal
OK…I have been sitting on this one for a bit…wondering when the time was right. It is one of the band’s most iconic songs. It