Saturday, February 2, 2008

a poem

Till There Was You


There were bells on a hill
But I never heard them ringing
No, I never heard them at all
Till there was you

There were birds in the sky
But I never saw them winging
No, I never saw them at all
Till there was you

Then there was music and wonderful roses
they tell me in in sweet fragrant meadows
of dawn and dew

There was love all around
But I never heard it singing
No I never heard it at all
Till there was you

Then there was music and wonderful roses
they tell me in sweet fragrant meadows
of dawn and dew

There was love all around
But I never heard it singing
No I never heard it at all
Till there was you
Till there was you

by Meredith Willson 1957

3 comments:

Reya Mellicker said...

That's so romantic! Beautiful. Thank you.

Anonymous said...

"...in sweet fragrant meadows
of dawn and dew..."


That has got to be the hokiest line ever written, bar none! I'm not going to say worst, because there's just so much competition.

Anonymous said...

Yes I love it Judy. Dan has oficially joined.
Hugs Georgia