death be gentle death be sweet
by Ron Whitehead


death be gentle death be sweet
I close my eyes and drift to sleep


walking slow through ice and snow
freezing rain ice and snow


trees hills hawk crow
sledding voices in distance speak


on the bridge gentle rapids below
red wine freezing rain ice snow


magic doorway into woods
silent secret oak and pine


nearly frozen creek slows slow
leaning resting gainst the oak


seeing you each one of you
dance we dance a gentle waltz


lovers children family friends
through whispering woods we waltz


round and round my enlarged heart
I hold you close as you hold me


we dance we dance a whispered waltz
through frozen rain and ice and snow


nestled gainst the silent oak we go
we drift we waltz round my heart


my lovers children family friends
we drift we dance the wintered waltz


my eyes they close slowly close
my eyes they close the dance we drift


death be gentle death be sweet
I close my eyes and drift to sleep


death be gentle death be sweet
I close my eyes and drift to sleep



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