O, field of honor.

O, love that is not denied.

O, tears of longing

the blind old poet cried.

O, crown of laurel,

hung from a twisted tree,

above a silver mirror

that is the Aegean sea.

The ocean breathes the world

and the world is breathing me.

 

The days go rolling by.

My love comes on so strong.

I got nowhere but this place.

I got nothing but this song.

 

O, heart of hunger

that seeks the lion’s share.

O, blade of longing

that pares the hard heart bare.

 

O, wheel of Chronos,

that racks the passing hours

and spins the laurel garland

to a diadem of stars.

 

The days go rolling by

and my love comes on so strong.

I got nowhere but this place.

I got nothing but this song.

 

O, sweetest moment

that draws the softest sigh.

O, mystic wheel of Chronos

that rolls the moments by.

The days go rolling by

and my love comes on so strong.

I got nowhere but this place.

I got nothing but this song.

 

I been missing you so much.

I been waiting here so long.

I got nowhere but this place.

I got nothing but this song.

 

Been missing you so much,

I been waiting here so long.

I got nowhere but this place.

I got nothing but this song.

 

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Nothing But This Song

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