Wings Against the Sun
Rod Argent
In your eyes appear the mystic roses
Of spring inspiring songs
Of approaching summer
Many years ago the spring
Even the spring offered black orchids
Of strange kind
When night falls when doves of night call
Haunting me haunting me
We listen to the mist knowing we rest
Knowing we rest pale
No longer burning wings against the sun
Wings against the sun
On your lips I sense
The silent whisper of love unspoken words
For the singing of summer
Many years ago the spring
Even the spring offered black orchids
Of strange kind
When night falls when doves of night call
Haunting me haunting me
We listen to the mist knowing we rest
Knowing we rest pale
No longer burning wings against the sun
Wings against the sun
