The church bell rings, the church bell cry,
It sings a sweet song, it's my lullaby.
In my mind I think of you,
All the things that you do,
The song is soft, the song is sweet,
The song is like a special treat.
I hear the waves come crashing down,
It's my home, that I have found.
The sand is rough and is hot,
It is so peaceful, this is the spot.
I'm not sure, if I will write,
Through the memories, through the night.
I will again sing once more,
Sitting on the, sweet, sweet, shore.
 He_Luvs_Me_Not · Sat Jun 30, 2007 @ 07:49pm · 1 Comments |
