Eilon
I'm
not
going
to
try
with
pretty
words
to write a song
about the spring;
I'm not going to
try
to count the
raindrops or catch the wind.
It's enough to see
the morning rise;
it's enough to
watch the land coming alive.
I'm not going to
try with pretty words
to write a song to
make you mine;
I'm not going to
try
to steal your
bread or drink your wine.
It's enough just
to see you smile,
it's enough to be
with you this little while;
it's enough.
I'm not going to
try with pretty words
to write a song
about the dream
I'm not going to
try
to paint the
rainbow, say what I've seen.
It's enough to be
coming home,
it's enough just
to know, yes, just to know
that I'm not
alone.
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