The Harvest Song

Keith Michael Roberts, copyright 1976 - .

The old expire,
the young grow old,
as years fall away
and the centuries fold.

The stars catch fire,
the flame grows cold . . .
to splash like a tear
in the sea of your soul.

Soul of my soul,
light of my light,
love that rings like thunder
through a stormy night,
will of my will,
like lightning they climb . . .
tethered to this blood and bone design.

The old expire,
the young grow old
as years fall away
and the centuries fold.

The stars catch fire,
the flame grows cold . . .
to splash like a tear
in the sea of your soul.

Soul of my soul,
light of my light,
love that rings like thunder
through a stormy night,
will of my will,
like lightning they climb . . .
tethered to this blood and bone design.

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