MY LOVE'S EYES
© Krista Detor, The Silver Wood: Wintersongs
Speak softly, my love is a shadow and I am alone
And the river, the shale, and the wood are my blood and bone
I will wander the hillside by starlight for love that is true
‘Til night is the color of moonlight and my love's eyes, too
Speak softly, my love may be listening, ‘ere I sing a name
And the river, the shale, and the wood are my love's the same
I will linger a moment by firelight when snow bids me sleep
I'll dream in the color of moonlight, my promise to keep
Speak softly, my love is a memory that I've yet to live
(sing sweetly o'er the plain)
And the river, the shale, and the wood are my love to give
(echo a sweet refrain)
All the eve I will wander the hillside for love that is true
(glory, glory)
I'll wake to the new light of Christmas and my love's eyes, too
(hallelujah)