Celtic Poems: Sigil

Let night enfold,
let silence own
The kiss you spare for me alone
Time has awhile that none can bind
Tomorrow thieves your hand from mine

Then lean to me, darling, darling, darling
Your dear dark head my heart above

The summer's night that turns the tide
Yields this to those whom lives divide
Love has a right that none can bind
Tomorrow thieves your hand from mine

Then lean to me, darling, darling, darling
Your dear dark head my heart above


words and music by Robin Williamson
(c) 1981 Robin Williamson. All rights reserved