When the dreary night
Is long and dreadfully slow,
And it seems that my purpose
Is to beat the infallible foe.
It all seems so useless,
Just let it all go.
Go with the wind,
Wherever it will blow.
And with the terrible breeze,
My heart goes, too.
Because my heart, darlin'
Belongs to nobody but you.
Brenda Eller Davis
