A lonely long-ago song that still has the stars in its eyes.
lyrics
Another day gone and the sun moves along
On its way to a dance with the moon
I turn from my window, I don't want to see
And I'm tired of being alone
But all of the dreams that I carried
When I was too young to be wise
Come rushing to find me, and settle inside me
And I'm still in love with the lies
Bring me my rider
All on a white steed
Catching the wild wind
Under his feet
Bring me my own love
True as the morning
Never to fade out
Never to leave
I've written letters, a million or more
But my birds never know where to fly
And I'd build a ship I could sail on my tears
But the rivers, they all have run dry
So tonight I will stand on the hillside
And sing with my heart in my hands
And if he's somewhere near me
Then maybe he'll hear me
And spur to the sound till he stands
High on the hilltop
All on a white steed
Catching the wild wind
Under his feet
Bringing my own love
True as the morning
Never to fade away
Never to leave
Another day gone, and the sun moves along
On his way to a dance with the moon
The wind lets himself through the window, and sighs
When he finds me alone in the room
And a star comes to fall in the evening
And it shines like I picture his eyes
So I wish on its light
For an end to this night
And the dawn on the distant horizon
Bring me my rider
All on a white steed
Catching the wild wind
Under his feet
Bring me my own love
True as the morning
Never to fade out
Never to leave
I could listen to Lauren sing forever. Her writing is vivid and sensitive, sweetly and painfully human--never apologizing for sharp corners and rough edges. The beauty of her spirit shines through. Summer Russell
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