Rainbows (Custance)/A Swallow Song
A Swallow Song
Since I cannot come to youAnd you may not come to me,Words must go where I would be,And do what I would do.
Happy, happy little words!They will touch your finger tips,And flutter at your pretty lips,A flock of singing birds.
They will see your face all day,Steal into your dreams at night,Safe beneath your pillow white,While I am far away.
Since we are such miles apart,See! I send this swallow song,It is tired . . . the way was long;Take it to your tender heart.