L'Ame Immortelle "Silver Rain" |
Care-charming sleep, thou easer of all woes Brother to death, sweetly thy self dispose On this afflicted prince, fall like a cloud In gentle show're, give nothing that is loud Pass by his troubled senses; sing his pain Like hollow murmuring wind, or silver rain, Into this princes gently, oh gently slide, And kiss him into slumber like a bride. On this afflicted prince, fall like a cloud In gentle show're, give nothing that is loud, Or painful to his slumbers; easy, sweet, And as a purling stream, thou son of night Pass by his troubled senses; sing his pain Like hollow murmuring wind, or silver rain, Into this princes gently, oh gently slide, And kiss him into slumber like a bride. Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |