O, come talk to thee
O,
O, come to talk to
Thee
O there is only thee
O, I love the winters
Nights
O, come to talk to
Thee
O, the clouds dark
And wild
O, the flecks of shade
Of mountain late
O, the love I thee
Take.
O, that of so few
O, the smile of
Thee to
O flash of light so
Fast
O, this so few a like
Of the wind
And dew
O, come talk to thee
O, come talk to thee!
O, thee took my love
But was so new
Found my self in
A Church Kew
O, gardens I so well
New.
O, come talk to thee
O, come talk to thee!
O, the waters flow
To this never again
O, that I am willing
To dread
O, the wild narrow
Roads wild and
Dead
O, the time of hearts
Of men and women
I thread
O, come to talk to thee
O, come to talk to thee!
Inspired by the Bronte sisters
