Before the Shadows
There was a light once shone in you,
like the softly glowing fireflies,
on sultry summer nights;
in Granville, Tennessee.
Before the shadows crossed your way.
Before the shadows crossed your way.
There was a song once came from you,
in melancholy Gaelic hues,
on each Fall’s golden morn;
your fetching siren’s call.
Before the shadows crossed your way.
Before the shadows crossed your way.
There was a touch once passed from you,
some tiny flaxen butterfly,
that brushed against my lips;
and took away my breath.
Before the shadows crossed your way.
Before the shadows crossed your way.
There was a you that I could feel,
each time we looked or met awhile,
two souls entwined in love;
that ever would be bound.
Before the shadows crossed your way.
Two souls entwined in love;
that ever would be bound.
Before the shadows crossed your way.
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