The Stars
The heavens declare the glory of God, and the firmament showeth his handy-work
Psalm xix
1
NO cloud obscures the summer sky,
The heavens declare the glory of God, and the firmament showeth his handy-work
Psalm xix
1
NO cloud obscures the summer sky,
Ah
why, because the dazzling sun Restored our Earth to joy,
Have you departed, every one, And left a desert sky
All through the night, your glorious eyes Were gazing down in mine,
The pearly treasures of the sea,
The lights that spatter heaven above,
More precious than these wonders
My heart-of-hearts filled with your love
I hear the stars still singing To the beautiful, silent night, As they speed with noiseless winging Their ever westward flight
I hear the waves still falling On the stretch of lonely shore, But the sound of a sweet voice calling I shall hear,...
From a story of how the tobacco plant came to our people, told to me by my cousin George Coser Jr.
It was way back, before there was a way back
When time threaded earth and sky.
Children were conceived, were born, grew, and walked tall