Summer Morning Old Songs
Down The Memory Lane
© Kapsata
Come! to me mine champs,
Let's pilgrimage down the memory lane,
To the times of morning paradise.
To a yellow glare of the Sun,
Casting its Spears past the Specks,
Of the valley's clouds.
A glow, a lightness, then an explosion,
As the Sun arise...
© Kapsata
Come! to me mine champs,
Let's pilgrimage down the memory lane,
To the times of morning paradise.
To a yellow glare of the Sun,
Casting its Spears past the Specks,
Of the valley's clouds.
A glow, a lightness, then an explosion,
As the Sun arise...