Stop the Larks from Singing

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Stop the larks from singing

What an impolite chirping!

Don’t they know I’m dreaming

Of him, dearest, my darling!

 

There the sun! Stop shining through the cloud!

No, I won’t let the night to end now.

Don’t you know I’m safe and sound,

In his arms where I long to be.

 

Stop the clock, do freeze the time.

He dusts with the tick, what an alarm!

I try to catch but there goes all his charm.

Nature, do pity me! For his arm is all I ask.

 

– OTHERWISE –

What then, after the dream?

What then, once the sun beams?

What then, once the larks scream?

Nothing then, after he has gone.


Suggested soundtrack: Après un Rêve by Gabriel Fauré