I remember , I remember the house where I was born, the little window, where the sun Came peeping in at morning He never came, a wink too soon Nor brought too long a day; But now, I often wish the night Had borne my breath away.
I remember , I remember the house where I was born, the little window, where the sun Came peeping in at morning He never came, a wink too soonNor brought too long a day; But now, I often wish the night Had borne my breath away.