Song | Whispers of the Muse |
Artist | Sorg Uten Tårer |
Album | Autumn Wind |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
I have met her | |
in a dream I had | |
twenty springs ago | |
and every night since then | |
she is timeless | |
with fair blond hair | |
as tall as I am | |
eyes as warm as her smile | |
sometimes she runs | |
and I have to chase | |
through the scenes of my | |
wild and endless dreams | |
sometimes she sings | |
songs that I would write | |
words that I would say | |
when I wake up next day | |
To see my dreamborn muse | |
I sleep with an excuse | |
I despise the sun | |
And morning with all my heart |