TIDINGS OF YOUR GRACE (SONG.)

Tidings Of Your Grace (Song.)
Written by Taylor John.

V.1
Tidings – of, your grace – we, call:
O light – of, all – of, Old;
I can – hear it, in – your, tone – O Dear –
And, in – the traces, paths – unfold.

Out – of, Song – our, love – like, fever’s –
Coloured, wretched fend;
Sang – like, from – golden books – a-perched –
We – do, look – to, its end.

V.2
Like – oh, Old Lover of Gin:
A fallen flower – to, the wind:
Having – many, a fine verse;
Like – a bird, on – its pretty perch.

She – dance, like the flowers –
In, the winds’ broken hour;
For – the fallen flowers – in, his fair hands –
You, can’t see – are, withered strands –
(He – can – no longer, carry..)

V.3
Oh – like, a broken wing –
That, does not mend;
Tidings – of, your grace – oh, girl –
For, the better man?

Tidings – of, your grace – oh, girl –
Oh – of, Heaven’s dew?
I can – hear it, in – your tone – o dear;
And – in, the traces – mouths, anew..

V.4
A broken man – you, speak – of, his name;
As – the, cool winds – voice, your loving game;
As – the cool winds – wake, they soul – to,
Shore..

He – is, perched – like, a bird – who, do sing –
From, his loving heart-strings;
To – the winds, of bellow – and,
Heart – of, Gin.
(To – the winds, of bellow – and,
Heart – of, Gin.)

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