This song was commissioned by our dear departed friend Richard Costain, and is dedicated to his memory
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Sunsong
© Gibbens/Weston
There’s mist on the river,
A wave on the sea.
Come back for ever,
To be or to be.
Your heart like a willow
Throws shade on the ground,
Love fine and mellow
That flows with no sound.
And it runs through our dreams
In streams from the sun
And it’s come back to be in,
In the place it begun
Look out of the window,
The night’s leaving fast.
The final beginning,
The first things that last
Are over the skyline
Beneath that blue moon,
Coming in high time
And none too soon.
And it runs through our dreams
In streams from the sun
And it’s come back to be in,
In the place it begun
It’s more than
a feeling,
Less than a thought.
The heavens are reeling
Round the cross and a nought.
There’s nothing to fear,
Nothing to find.
Everyone’s here,
You’re one of a kind
That runs through our dreams
In streams from the sun
And it’s come back to be in,
In the place it begun
It runs through
our dreams
In streams from the sun
And it’s come back to be in,
In the place it begun
