By Original Work
Turn %s the night away,
We gently moving crystal room,
With whispered vow in our hearts,
And as the night grows old.
Through fields of gold we roam,
Where whispers softly call,
The memory finds a home,
And warm shines through all.
Let music fill the air,
And joy fill our souls,
For moments beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So gently moving and play, friends,
With whispered vow filling each day,
Till hearts guide us home again,
And we find our rest for aye.
CC0 License
This song is released under CC0 (Public Domain Dedication). You may use it for any purpose, including commercially.