By Bob Dougherty
darkly drums the dreary heart alone
though wise deny darkness to know day
love’s bright light as though no night is shone
young while born with love — love must be known
touch gentle with love’s hand — don’t betray
darkly drums the dreary heart alone
old like poems fine metaphors in tone
their love just dust or a spring bouquet
love’s bright light as though no night is shone
rich show love — for love — or to atone
wealth can’t buy true love — or so they say
darkly drums the dreary heart alone
poor give love — for love — it’s all they own
love returned is more than they convey
love’s bright light as though no night is shone
lost is life spent chasing a gravestone
love enlightens life and paints the way
darkly drums the dreary heart alone
love’s bright light as though no night is shone
darkly drums the dreary heart alone
though wise deny darkness to know day
love’s bright light as though no night is shone
young while born with love — love must be known
touch gentle with love’s hand — don’t betray
darkly drums the dreary heart alone
old like poems fine metaphors in tone
their love just dust or a spring bouquet
love’s bright light as though no night is shone
rich show love — for love — or to atone
wealth can’t buy true love — or so they say
darkly drums the dreary heart alone
poor give love — for love — it’s all they own
love returned is more than they convey
love’s bright light as though no night is shone
lost is life spent chasing a gravestone
love enlightens life and paints the way
darkly drums the dreary heart alone
love’s bright light as though no night is shone