• Her Song

    She sang her song to the sweet sad rising sun
    As another child put a hand to a gun.
    She sang her song, beauty of mine
    Her whistle in the wake of wind’s chime
    This dear sweet beauty of mine.

    She sang her song of those now gone
    As another child put a hand to a gun.
    As wakes the echo of wars long begun.

    She sang her song, sweet sad babe of mine
    Waiting for the sun as it dares to shine.

    She sings her song, sweet babe of mine.