Lord, my heart keeps thinking of the ancient past,
Of the days and nights that didn't much last,
The whistling and the chasing and the songs that I sang,
The midday bell that always rang!
A piece of my heart still lingers there,
Powerless in this present world!
The more I think the more I fail,
To stop this sudden swirl.
Lord, help me to find my way back,
Give me your grace to still my heart,
Give me your love to forget and make a fresh start!
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