  If I had wings, I’d take you and soar To a land of happiness For evermore, Leaving all sorrows To the years we’ve seen, Then Cupid can play On the grassy greens. She’d have no use For her bow and arrow. Our hearts will be true And gay as the sparrow. Then we can gaze down In that valley so deep That held our love Before it could creep. Entertain no thought other than good, Then evilness around you will ne’er prevail. An open expression may slip from the lips, But deceit constantly dwells within. We only receive in value The interest in which we do a thing. |
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