We sigh at the morning softly Take to them easy The scent of the wood and coffee Our cup is filling Outside the river flows Its course unfolding A strength that never knows A sweet outpouring The scents, the bloom, the hours I write you daily I speak of friends and brothers And sisters waiting To sew your winter coat To keep you warm and dry The size of you to hold Tender, not so tight [Chorus] And over And over And over and even And over And over And over and even How can the stars design it To pull and move us? We crave their waning light An ancient chorus And draped in candelight We did outshine it I miss your scent and sight How can I right[write?] this? [Chorus] And over And over And over and even And over And over And over and even And over and even And over and even
scent, even, outpouring, candelight, write