Lugh’s Garden

Night may have it’s beauty,
A Lady, dark and deep,
Whose very touch excites my soul,
And steals away my sleep.
Starlight dreams surround me,
While clouds dance with the moon,
And cricket swains sing to their loves,
Their chirping, cricket tune.
Still, to be quite honest,
Though Lady Night is fair,
I much prefer a morning girl,
A Maid with Golden Hair.
Sunny days have flowers,
And girls with sparkling eyes,
Whose laughter turns my sadness to,
The ev’ning’s fireflies.
Each day has it’s wonder,
Each hour, a tale to tell,
And ev’ry voice, a song to sing,
Each heart, it’s own bright bell.
Each day’s music thrills me,
But this I must declare,
I love the moment Morning brings,
My Maid with Golden Hair.