Daniel martin moore

As a sigh comes finally At the end of a regret Some things are just impossible To forget My affections and reflections The many irons in a lasting burn And each extracts its due In its own turn Our...

So you gone where the winds have carried you O'er ocean and home to me Twilight in the hills, the day is through With a tale of the beckoning sea You read to me I steep leaves for you The like the...

I will go by dream to you Who cannot come to me 'Neath the pines I'll sing to you Who cannot come to me Oh how I long for you Right for you and wrong for you

The hour of sleep Is upon us now Come rest your eyes My darling one Your work today is done In quarters close The four winds far away Where your life and land You selflessly wage This is your reward...

Are you not that Sycamore'd place where my thoughts journey and cling? A familiar voice in the flutter of silver leaves and the swell of strings Is it not you who seeks me out sows goodness and holds...

The words I write The lines I draw The people I assure The rest of them too I got no fortune I hold no sway But I do what I am able For them and for you And we'll hold on best we can That'll be the...

I sat there some weeks before You walked up those steps and through the door And it's a hell of a thing To be considering If I had my bendin' bow My string and my arrow There wouldn't be a thing...

Across the evening sky All the birds are leaving But how can they know It's time for them to go? Before the winter fire I will still be dreaming I have no thought of time For who knows Where the time...

So much of what I pushed out once Has returned after all these months To go where you have been To be where you are... again Come be close and be rested Darlin' come be close And be rested lines from...