Finding You by O Boonie doon
As if in red yellowish bloom...
Like a prayer of a bird,
Like a layer blue white mirth,
me sings You dear,
The silent ilka bird...
And rose too red woodbine twine...
Finding You on bloom
Early morn molten like a swoon
me suits a lightsome heart
As if for me you arrive and depart...
Finding You by O Boonie doon
As if in red yellow petals in full bloom
Like a prayer me evolves into a tune
O the rose of woodbine mine...
How me You with your silence entwine...
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