There are Clouds

Posted on June 6, 2020 by | Leave a comment

There are clouds hanging over

yon Caradon Hill;

like the clouds hanging over my head;

but the breeze will blow

and those clouds will go,

mine shall be with me ‘til I’m dead.

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