The Dawn Will Tell a New Story
Pray, what are you doing under that lone tree, dear?
Far from the madding crowd hiding a tear?
The mesmerising magicality of the river, don’t you hear?
Far from the madding crowd hiding a tear?
The mesmerising magicality of the river, don’t you hear?
Don’t you see the river undulating before you?
To every problem offering a solution new?
On the words etched long back are you tracing a finger?
That is why near that lone tree you linger?
Willing them to shine bright with an ardour new
The words will resurrect, so will you
From the debris of a love gone awry
The new dawn will tell a new story.
To every problem offering a solution new?
On the words etched long back are you tracing a finger?
That is why near that lone tree you linger?
Willing them to shine bright with an ardour new
The words will resurrect, so will you
From the debris of a love gone awry
The new dawn will tell a new story.
Through every ripple, every roar,
A refrain of hope the river does pour
In the wind’s murmurs don’t hear a dirge
Shake yourself free and purge
Yourself of those thoughts forlorn
In the shadows waits a new, promising dawn
A refrain of hope the river does pour
In the wind’s murmurs don’t hear a dirge
Shake yourself free and purge
Yourself of those thoughts forlorn
In the shadows waits a new, promising dawn
Pray, no more linger under that lone tree dear
Far from the madding crowd, don’t hide that tear
The mesmerizing musicality of the river try to hear.
Far from the madding crowd, don’t hide that tear
The mesmerizing musicality of the river try to hear.
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