Enough Rope/Light of Love
Light of Love
JOY stayed with me a night—Young and free and fair—And in the morning lightHe left me there.
Then Sorrow came to stay,And lay upon my breast;He walked with me in the day,And knew me best.
I’ll never be a bride,Nor yet celibate,So I’m living now with Pride—A cold bedmate.
He must not hear nor see,Nor could he forgiveThat Sorrow still visits meEach day I live.