Shine Your Light On Me Poem by Sam Eliot

When bluebells chime dreary and dull
And the sun's too dim to light my day
When Blows delightful breeze with tempestuous vigour
And as disguised comes December in attire of may
When melodic prune sings a doleful tune
And the gilded bees are too unsightly to view
When the steps as paws the strewn up goons
get their break at me to hew
baby you be my raft on sea
and shine your light on me

When the rising sun is full of murk
And Fresh morning breeze is smog impure
When the glorious dawn flashes its smirk
Like an old withered toothless boor
When the bulky clouds and steadfast hills
Fix its ends to prison my day
When the sun it brings bag full of bills
sum i must defray to stay
Baby you be my freedom key
And shine your light on me


When the bright day fades into sombre night
And the black shadows lay over restful sky
When the broods of day crave for the light
hunts dwellers of night with their hungry eyes
When the voiceless stars and moon
Lay all contemptuous and strewn
As the chilly breeze it croon
The same old lonesome tune
Baby you be ever esprit
And Shine your light on me