I hear the roaring of the wind, sweeping under my pillow.
Now, my dreams are silencing, tomorrow.
Carry me, my thoughts, my wonders, my hopes. Carry me to the willow.
Soar across the seascapes, in my painting, in my home.
Even though your hushing sound grows louder as I groan..
Carry me, my heart, my soul, my ever ending pain. Carry me forever, wherever you may roam.
All that glitters, all that's gold I see it when I sleep.
But if I wake up lonely, all my secrets I must keep.
Carry me my love, carry me under wing, carry me my darling love so I will never weep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem