SUN AND SHOWER.
He . . .
I gallop, I gallop along,
To save you from death or from shame.
The burden and lilt of my song,
Beloved, you cried and I came.
To save you from death or from shame.
The burden and lilt of my song,
Beloved, you cried and I came.
Why trouble to find the world's way?
As I gallop, I gallop along;
One look in your eyes will repay
The whispers and jeers of the throng.
As I gallop, I gallop along;
One look in your eyes will repay
The whispers and jeers of the throng.
Do I hurry to save you from wrong?
From the claws of some treacherous beast?
Or gallop and gallop along,
The one bidden guest at your feast?
From the claws of some treacherous beast?
Or gallop and gallop along,
The one bidden guest at your feast?
To the rhythm of galloping feet,
Urgent, pulsating and strong,
My heart sets your name to the beat,
As I gallop, I gallop along.
Urgent, pulsating and strong,
My heart sets your name to the beat,
As I gallop, I gallop along.
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