The Golden Hour

Light shines through the morning grey
The warmth of love fills the earth
O new cloud from the east
Bring me some relief
Like the dew in the morning
Kisses a red rose bud
In this golden hour, Will music arise
From the chambers of the heart
Or will you be the nymph
Who came into my dearest dreams
Who left your footmark in my soul
And vanished from my sight