Beyond My Physical Awareness

Beyond My Physical Awareness
By emschierbeek

Take me beyond my awareness to the valley where the Wild flower grows
I want to lie there, I want to sigh there

Take me beyond my awareness to the forest where the peaceful River flows
I want to lie there, I want to sigh there

Take me beyond my awareness to the range where the mighty mountain Rose
I want to lie there, I want to sigh there

Take me beyond my awareness, but please, don’t be the one who goes
I will cry there, I will die there

Beyond My Awareness

Beyond My Awareness
By emschierbeek

Take me beyond my awareness to the valley where the wildflower grows
I want to lie there, I want to cry there

Take me beyond my awareness to the forest where the peaceful river flows
I want to lie there, I want to cry there

Take me beyond my awareness to the range where the mighty mountain rose
I want to lie there, I want to cry there

Sing me a Song of a Lad that is Gone

Sing me a Song of a Lad that is Gone
BY ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON

Sing me a song of a lad that is gone,
Say, could that lad be I?
Merry of soul he sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye.

Mull was astern, Rum on the port,
Eigg on the starboard bow;
Glory of youth glowed in his soul;
Where is that glory now?

Sing me a song of a lad that is gone,
Say, could that lad be I?
Merry of soul he sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye.

Give me again all that was there,
Give me the sun that shone!
Give me the eyes, give me the soul,
Give me the lad that’s gone!

Sing me a song of a lad that is gone,
Say, could that lad be I?
Merry of soul he sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye.

Billow and breeze, islands and seas,
Mountains of rain and sun,
All that was good, all that was fair,
All that was me is gone.