Melancholìa

Post N° 193


Into the West Lay downYour sweet and weary headThe night is fallingYou have come to journey's endSleep nowAnd dream of the ones who came beforeThey are callingFrom across the distant shoreWhy do you weep?What are these tears upon your face?Soon you will seeAll of your fears will pass awaySafe in my armsYou're only sleepingWhat can you seeOn the horizon?Why do the white gulls call?Across the seaA pale moon risesThe ships have come to carry you homeAnd all will turnTo silver glassA light on the waterAll Souls passHope fadesInto the world of nightThrough shadows fallingOut of memory and timeDon't sayWe have come now to the endWhite shores are callingYou and I will meet againAnd you'll be here in my armsJust sleepingChorusAnd all will turnTo silver glassA light on the waterGrey ships passInto the West