Porch of Paradise

In the heat of evening
Naively I wonder
At the red skies ripple
In the seat of grieving
Naively I ponder
What sunrise will kindle

Beauteous flowers
In shady bowers
Could bloom
Comfortless hours
In burning towers
Could loom

I'm on the porch of paradise
Behind me stands
The fool his hands
Pointing to the moon

In the lows of morning
Naively i've been
Uprooted from the womb
In the throws of mourning
Naively I'll dream
That the sunrise will bloom

Beauteous flowers
In shady bowers
Could bloom
Comfortless hours
In burning towers
Could loom

I'm on the porch of paradise
And behind me stands
The fool his hands
Pointing to the moon

In the heat of evening
Naively I wonder
At the red skies ripple
In the seat of grieving
Naively I ponder
What sunrise will kindle

Beauteous flowers
In shady bowers
Could bloom
Comfortless hours
In burning towers
Could loom



Credits
Writer(s): Ezme Hefter, Ezme Ilona Hefter
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