Lady Love

[Bajka]
When to the session sweet silent thought
Chaos, wars, dysfunction, Men's eyes
Trouble, deaf heaven with heartless cries
We're not alone but we've been an outcast state
Looking upon ourselves and cursing all fate
Wishes to be more, rich and hope
Able to save this man's art and that man's scope
Featured like them, like them with friends possessed
With what I most enjoy can find no rest
Like a nightingale on break-a-day arising
And these ripening thoughts: foolishness, wisening
Happily I think of you and then my fate
From sullen earth rings hymns at heavens gate
Your sweet friendship remembered such wealth brings
Then I scorn to change my state with kings

When I think of you my friend
Sorrows are restored and losses end
I think of you and then my state
From sullen earth rings hymns at heavens gate
Your sweet friendship remembered such wealth brings
Then I scorn to change my state with kings
When I think of you my friend
When I think of you my friend
Sorrows are restored and losses end

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
We sigh the lack of many a-things we saw
We summon up remembrance of things past
Deeply drown an eye accustomed to flow
Deeper fresh life's lock since cancelled woe
A precious soul's haft a deathless night
And cried the loss of many a vanished sight

They grieve that lifetime's forgone
Promised from day to day promised over
Many are underdogs few born a four leaf clover

When I think of you, my friend
All sorrows are restored and losses end
When I think of you my friend
All sorrows are restored and losses end

When I think of you my friend
All sorrows are restored and losses end
I think of you and then my state
From sullen earth rings hymns at heavens gate
Your sweet friendship remembered such wealth brings
Then I scorn to change my state with kings
When I think of you my friend
When I think of you my friend
Sorrows are restored and losses end

Over base, clouds rising
Early morning shines
More an hour yours and mine
Existing in glory with no disgrace

True beauty, your celestial face
Kissing with gold and hearts, the meadows gleam
How many glorious mornings have they seen?
With all triumphant splendor from their brow
The regions clouds of masked from us now

Still hope always will remain suns of the world human loss and gain
Always will remain suns of the world human loss and gain