I have desired to go Where springs not fail,
To fields where flies no sharp and sided hail And a few lilies blow. And I have asked to be Where no storms come,
Where the green swell is in the havens dumb, And out of the swing of the sea.
I have desired to go Where springs not fail,
To fields where flies no sharp and sided hail And a few lilies blow. And I have asked to be Where no storms come,
Where the green swell is in the havens dumb, And out of the swing of the sea.