Lit The Fire
Lit the fire, dear
I'll be there soon
I might not near
But I can be there at noon
Lit the fire, love
Don't let the house become cold
Did you wear your gloves
When you out to strolled?
Your house is too far
The world around it looks bizarre
In this heat, I might get lost
And sorrowly miss the first frost
But I'll be there, darling
I'll be well adjusting
I'll climb the Mountain
For your love is like a Fountain
If I were not there at noon
Would you wait until dawn?
I'll ride the wind and follow the Moon
Just leave the lamp on the Lawn
And when the morning comes
I'll be there inside your arms
Lit the fire, sweet
Together, you and I will be completed
© 2017 Freya Cesare