Will Cookson
Dead Poets
Blue sky, sunshine, fill up my hallAnd leave me the feeling to keepFor when it's dark and I can't see the light at allAnd I can't sleepSongbirds, spitfires swooping in the skyWell, I don't know that much it's trueBut I know that everybody's born to dieAnd that I love youSara, I see you used to like it hereBut now there's room on your bench for twoI'll share this quiet place and talk with the trees About how they miss youWith songs to live by and maintain a heavy heartThere's music for the melancholy soulBut mothers and lovers smiling in the parkKnow something you don'tSamuel Taylor, where can you be nowYou're not walking your quantock way?Xanadu and Kubla too are just over the browBut you're so far awayAnd I know too we'll join you soonUnder the ground but until that day
From Letras Mania