Time...+Song+6

Time does not bring relief; you have all lied to me Who said to me, time would ease my pain I miss him in the weeping of the rain I want him at the shrinking of the tide The snow melts from every mountain side Last year’s leaves are smoke in every lane But last year’s bitter loving must remain Heaped on my heart, my old thoughts abide There are hundreds of places that I fear To go – so with his memory they brim And entering with relief some quite place I whisper to myself, ‘there is no memory of him here’ And so, stand stricken so remembering him