Whipers in the Wind

A song sings sweetly,
The wind passes by,
A fact in the park of new,
Whisper my darling,
Tell me the truth,
What do you want to do?
 
This melody sounds sweetly,
Echo-ing us by,
Till the drama comes to play,
Twilight's sweet lullaby.
 

My darling, my lover,

My sweet French mother,
The blues do play,
A symphony today…
Till the end of our dance,
This song,
Drumbeats and brass,
The tune changes and colours to bronze,
And we sing away.
 
Entertainment follows our medley,
Lullaby and the tap,
A song and a dance,
A conversation and a trap,
Together in the park this May.
 
In the end the whispers die,
The wind does quiet again,
The lovers part,
Their heart's faint art,
Dies like their Whispers in the Wind.

ISA