SOMEONE'S BLESSED GROVES

now that at last this ritual was performed, his duty to the goddess done, they came to places of delight, to green park land, where souls take ease amid the Blessed Groves.

Ray, you’re a poet.

The sun died
The sun died, with my love
When you left me blue, the summer died too
My love and the sun, it’s the same

The sun died
The sun died, with my love
And I’m so alone, and yet life goes on
But for me, there can be no more dawn

Yesterday, the coldest winter was like Spring
I thought my love would always stay
I thought our love would never end
But that was yesterday

The sun died
The sun died, with my love
And life’s all in vain, in my heart there’s rain
And I know that my soul won’t stop crying

Yesterday, when I was looking in your eyes
I thought it was sweet paradise
For love completely changed my life
But that was yesterday

The sun died
The sun died, with my love
When you left me blue, the summer died too
My love and the sun, it’s the same
My love and the sun, it’s the same