The candlelight draws a shadow oer the pages;
Night is coming oer the fijords.
The glistening stars shine from my window;
As I read and reflect on those red letter words.
My nets were all tangled the boat drew no fish,
as I rest in my cot by oil lamp make one wish.
To find another within all these shanty hoards,
A friend to share in them red letter words.
To dream of a live untangled from worry,
Of a mansion waiting for us in glory.
For now I sit by the candle amongst these fijords,
The shadows are sharing the red letter words.
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