Take

By Jeremiah Burns

When they see you that morning

will they see me in your eyes?

When they see me that morning

will they see you in my eyes?

That time light rose

and our lips met

was home.

Now, like a farm I wander.

You and I

a way down into the river

down

into will they see me in my eyes?

That time light rose

our lips met

was home

baby

was home.

TAKE By Jeremiah Burns Copyright C 2020 All Rights Reserved.