Song To Thee

Early morning, at noon, at midnight,
in happiness and sorrow, good or with spite,
oh spirits keep her forever with me still,
as the hours fly passionately, romantically by,
no clouds to black out a clear blue sky,
surly the spirits guided together you and i,
oh i look now to storms of fate are cast,
darkly rising from my present and my past,
spirits forever let my present and future shine,
with ours souls entwined, sweet hopes of thee and thine.