The Daughters of Song Are Brought Low by Ronnie Martin

From the Womb of the Morning, The Dew of Your Youth Will Be Yours by Ronnie Martin

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The Daughters of Song Are Brought Low
by Ronnie Martin

Album: From the Womb of the Morning, The Dew of Your Youth Will Be Yours

Hope while the frivolous romp in evening gowns
Sing while the floret clusters flutter and down
Wisps of the mourning, braids of London fog
A bird and a woeful voice lament and confound

Oh will it be, will the world ever know?
Oh will it be, will the world know?

Bare down my soul, tarry in sorrow
As the daughters of song are brought low

I am the forebearer of the wintertide
You unearth troves of antediluvian kind
Oh will it be, will the world ever know?
Oh will it be, will the world know?