Sing to Me
Sing to me of sun-kissed hair,
Of lips and eyes and cheeks so fair,
Of marriage rites, impassioned wrongs,
Of lovers' touch, and lovers' songs.
Sing to me of swords and shields,
Of orphaned boys and barren fields,
Of dead men walking, score on score,
Of Sorrow, riding in with War.
Then sing to me of God on high,
Of Heav'n above, where angels fly,
Of faith abiding, evermore,
Through passion, sorrow, death and war.