Oh weep not for me, prophetic tender owls,
Nor a sad, silent vigil keep;
For I’d rather you strive to fill the dark void in my life,
With hymns to comfort me deep
Then when vanishes the sun -
When all spent days are done -
Pray summon my lover to come
Then listen for us both in the late twilight breeze
As we walk hand-in-hand beneath darkling trees
Pray listen, my love
Pray listen with me
Pray listen to the owls in the trees
Oh serenade me, prophetic tender owls,
As I bid my last love goodbye
For I cannot shuffle off from this mortal coil
With a lonely tear in my eye
I shall need your sweet cries -
Like I need her sweet lies -
For that is how our true love dies
Then listen just for me in the last twilight breeze
As I walk hands in pocket beneath darkling trees
Yes listen, my love
Pray listen with me
Pray listen to the owls in the trees
Yes listen, my love
Pray listen with me
Pray listen to the owls in the trees
Nor a sad, silent vigil keep;
For I’d rather you strive to fill the dark void in my life,
With hymns to comfort me deep
Then when vanishes the sun -
When all spent days are done -
Pray summon my lover to come
Then listen for us both in the late twilight breeze
As we walk hand-in-hand beneath darkling trees
Pray listen, my love
Pray listen with me
Pray listen to the owls in the trees
Oh serenade me, prophetic tender owls,
As I bid my last love goodbye
For I cannot shuffle off from this mortal coil
With a lonely tear in my eye
I shall need your sweet cries -
Like I need her sweet lies -
For that is how our true love dies
Then listen just for me in the last twilight breeze
As I walk hands in pocket beneath darkling trees
Yes listen, my love
Pray listen with me
Pray listen to the owls in the trees
Yes listen, my love
Pray listen with me
Pray listen to the owls in the trees
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