Where Love Is
Brian Byrne / James Joyce
Dear heart, why will you use me so?
Dear eyes that gently me upbraid
Still are you beautiful but oh
How your beauty is raimented
Through the clear mirror of your eyes
Through the soft cry of kiss to kiss
Desolate winds assail with cries
The shadowy garden where love is
And soon shall love dissolved be
When over us the wild winds blow
But you, dear love, too dear to me
Alas, why will you use me so?
Dear heart, why will you use me so?
Through the soft cry of kiss to kiss
Desolate winds assail with cries
The shadowy garden where love is
Alas, why will you use me so?