Song (lyrics)

Songs are sung in eventide,
And all sighs and torment and then hide
In bass tunefully played
Sitting on the grass and the glade. 

Songs are sung in joy and sorrow
Making a memorable merry morrow
Festoon all in dance immeasurable
With joys full and interminable.

Songs are soul of beauty
Life a sadder game it be,
It is by music a memory made
To come along but Torment’s gate.

Music is fun, a life’s bliss,
A touch to life, a kiss
Shared with inner heart
Thus, never, never with music part.

Copyright: Welkin Siskin