There’s not a wind but whispers of thy name; And not a flow’r that grows beneath the moon, But in its hues and fragrance tells a tale Of thee, my love.
Hues
It was the rainbow gave thee birth, and left thee all her lovely hues.
There’s not a wind but whispers of thy name; And not a flow’r that grows beneath the moon, But in its hues and fragrance tells a tale Of thee, my love.
It was the rainbow gave thee birth, and left thee all her lovely hues.