spurning hamlet's bane
You will find me where the wind blows,
cool and clean across your face.
I'll be waiting where the colors of the sunrise tint the dew.
We'll meet there, in the stillness,
where mankind first tasted sin,
and know that love does not need idle words.
cool and clean across your face.
I'll be waiting where the colors of the sunrise tint the dew.
We'll meet there, in the stillness,
where mankind first tasted sin,
and know that love does not need idle words.