Blue Stargrass
Ifwe took the old pathIn the old fieldThe same gate would stand thereThat will never yield.Where the sun warmed usWith a cloak made of gold,The rain would be fallingAnd the wind would be cold;And we would stop to searchIn the wind and the rain,But we would not find the stargrassBy the path again.
Ifwe took the old pathIn the old fieldThe same gate would stand thereThat will never yield.Where the sun warmed usWith a cloak made of gold,The rain would be fallingAnd the wind would be cold;And we would stop to searchIn the wind and the rain,But we would not find the stargrassBy the path again.
Ifwe took the old pathIn the old fieldThe same gate would stand thereThat will never yield.
Ifwe took the old path
In the old field
The same gate would stand there
That will never yield.
Where the sun warmed usWith a cloak made of gold,The rain would be fallingAnd the wind would be cold;
Where the sun warmed us
With a cloak made of gold,
The rain would be falling
And the wind would be cold;
And we would stop to searchIn the wind and the rain,But we would not find the stargrassBy the path again.
And we would stop to search
In the wind and the rain,
But we would not find the stargrass
By the path again.