For that mist may break when the sun is high  
  And this soul forget its sorrow  
  And the rose ray of the closing day  
  May promise a brighter morrow.
What Use Is It To Slumber Here?
For that mist may break when the sun is high  
  And this soul forget its sorrow  
  And the rose ray of the closing day  
  May promise a brighter morrow.
What Use Is It To Slumber Here?