Not Nary a Sigh
Not nary a sigh
To the tune of thine eye.
With the whispers that fly
There lay nary a sigh.
Not nary a sigh
From which to try
Not mouth to run 'gape
No form took shape
Not nary a sigh
From your heaving thigh
As you took and gave
For our love to pave
Not nary a sigh
Was heard from high
The Angels breath cold
A love hath yet fold
Not nary a sigh
From the time you cried
Not nary a sigh
Not nary a sigh
