By Luis G. Dato
I used to watch the sunrise glow
That set aflame the eastern skies,
My lips in songs did freely flow
As thoughts went fleeting with my sighs.
I’ve lived through storms and smiles and tears,
And seen familiar faces die,
Ah, these, my weary youthful years
Are fraught with shades of dreams gone by.
And yet when once again I see
The glory of the purpling hills,
My dying heart revives to be
A spring of love and lover’s thrills.
My mind in youth did ever roam
Across the mountains and the dales,
And now my heart has found a home
Among the eastern hills and vales.
Among the Hills by Luis G. Dato
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[…] in the late 1920s to the early 1930s, that he was able to conjure up his classic works like Among the Hills, The Spouse and the Day on the Farm because of it. Apparently, according to numerous accounts […]
[…] Among the Hills […]
[…] in the late 1920s to the early 1930s, that he was able to conjure up his classic works like Among the Hills, The Spouse and the Day on the Farm because of it. Apparently, according to numerous accounts […]