Show Songs About Salt Lake THE BENCH Harvey By O. O Harvey THE HE wind ti sweeps over the Bench Belch r. r l 1 And I lAt Look up a at atthe the silv silvery ry moon And my heart is given a wrench c iThe i- i q The sky f fAnd And Nature are out of tune For over the vales comes conies a plaintive note not Like the stifling cry from a baby's throat throat throat- the throttled wail neath a wintry coat coat coat- Like a soldier hurled from a sheltered trench To sf f ALL LL over the the Bench theres there's a cloak of whit white And cold And only visions of wintry gloom That stretch away to the sable night r r r Unfold Though still as a shrouded tomb And Imps of Boreas yell and screech J Where fingers of giant mountains reach Toward To the pure white whitethroat throat of the tile Bench and Bench and each Shrivels and covers the the h heart art with blight I And mold I. I x f c cO VER the Bench the sunbeams play O OVER And then Dimples and smiles smites peep out out out- From canyons deep wild strains of music stra stray strap y From fairy glen And Hope Doubt For lissome Spring in her gown own of green Trips gaily over the flickering screen With the laughing EI Elves es in a flowery sheen sheen sheen- And I am glad and able to be about Again |