Krista Detor - Sing To Me Of Dover lyrics

SING TO ME OF DOVER © Krista Detor, The Silver Wood: Wintersongs Lay the harp to rest, song to play on winter Sunday When the fields are white and all the fences mended new And when the moon is silver o'er the river, hours of light are few You can sing to me of Dover and the one whose love was true Round the sheep and lamb, warm we'll be on winter Sunday When the wool is spun around us, blankets mended new And when the moon is silver o'er the river, hours of light are few You can sing to me of Dover and the one whose love was true Mill the wheat and rye, bread we'll bake on winter Sunday When the fire is steady and the baskets mended new And when the moon is silver o'er the river, hours of light are few You can sing to me of Dover and the one whose love was true Gather herb and flower, sweet will be our winter Sunday When the kettle simmers and the wreaths are mended new And when the moon is silver o'er the river, hours of light are few You can sing to me of Dover and the one whose love was true Cry no autumn day, cry no more, come winter Sunday Joy in all the world, and we will make the year anew And when the moon is silver o'er the river, hours of light are few You can sing a Merry Christmas, and I'll see it back to you