Sing of me a song of pipers quietly dancing
And you’ll know what my love means to me.
Sing of me a tune of a summer storm approaching
And you’ll know how her skin feels to me.
It was cold, grey life before she came a’calling
And now I’ll never be the same.
Tell me a tale of distant drums a’drumming
And you’ll know how her heart sounds to me.
(April 02, 1997)
Lyrics: Wicasta Lovelace
Music: Wicasta Lovelace
