Oh, for a scene like this to bloom,
Oh, for a scene to light the gloom,
Your head upon my shoulder's keep,
Oh, for a scene, a slumber deep.
Oh, for a scene like this to be.
If I could gather all the woes,
If I could gather all the woes,
A home to hide from sorrow's blows,
A home for souls where solace flows,
Your head upon my shoulder's keep,
Oh, for a scene, a slumber deep.
Oh, for a scene like this to be.
On heights like these, I stand alone,
Alone, so utterly alone,
Alone, alone, a whispered moan.
Upon these heights, where winds have flown,
I wish I walked where others trod,
I wish I walked along with God.
Your head upon my shoulder's keep,
Oh, for a scene, a slumber deep.
Oh, for a scene like this to be.
She tangled me within the world's embrace,
She tangled me within this worldly chase,
Else, I’d be a wandering soul, free from disgrace,
Else, I would be a wandering soul, with time and space.
Your head upon my shoulder's keep,
Oh, for a scene, a slumber deep.
Your head upon my shoulder's keep,
Oh, for a scene like this to be.
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