I 'gin to grow aweary of the sun, And wish the estate o' the world were now undone.
I 'gin to grow aweary of the sun, And wish the estate o' the world were now undone.
She only said, My life is dreary, He cometh not,' she said; She said, I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead.'
Sing about the long deep sleep
Of lovers that are dead, and how
In the grave all love shall sleep:
Love is aweary now.
She said, 'I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead'
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories