Stop the Larks from Singing


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.



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