Of Thee I Never Weary
©2011 Andrew Calhoun, recorded on Living Room.
When Autumn colors cheery,
Sends leaves in spiral free;
Of thee I never weary,
Who stands beneath the tree,
Who stands beneath the tree.
In winter's prison dreary,
When earth is hard to see;
Of thee I never weary,
Who lay the ground to me.
When Spring comes blinkin' bleary,
And waters swell to flee;
Of thee I never weary,
Who flow in time to me,
Who flow in time to me.
Where summer grapes fall teary,
To the queen that rules the free;
Of thee I never weary,
Who make a fool of me.
And in the battle eerie,
When youth is bound to flee;
Of thee I never weary,
Who bear the truth to me;
Of thee I never weary,
Who bear the truth to me.