After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In the intensity of its fires,
There come the mellow, mild, St. Martin days
Crowned with the calm of peace, but sad with haze.
So after Love has led us, till he tires
Of his throes, and torments, and desires,
Comes large-eyed Friendship: with a restful gaze.
He beckons us to follow, and across
Cool verdant vales we wander free from care.
Is it a touch of frost lies in the air?
Why are we haunted by a sense of loss?
We do not wish the pain back, or the heat;
And yet, and yet, these days are incomplete.
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<I Will Want To Grow Old With You
You can take me on a holiday
but I prefer to sit at home
you can buy me chocolate
Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
You bring the sunshine to my rain.
You give me love when I feel pain.
Take Me To The Center Of Your Soul
Take Me to the center of your soul
show me where you hide
lead me
Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond
somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silen
When You Love Someone, It's Forever
When you love someone, you will do anything for them.
If the sound of your voice keeps th
I have a feeling deep in my heart.
It feels like the fire of a flame.
It feels of
We fight we struggle
We kick and scream
Please let us back in
And wake us
