Show r MUSICAL THOUGHTS As you jou ou stand standalone alone In the the darkness Vh When n the days daS hard had tasks ar are done Dreaming of joy t or br r the sadness That end with the setting sun On the air all comes a strain of music Its melody sweet and clear Or mayhap its it's carrying blueness Its tones are thoughts you bear hear t It comes conies from the organ at 4 nighttime nighttime night night- time Played by the wind on its way The echoes roll roil on silent sPent and deep A dirge Jo O the passing day Lloyd Lancaster f |