He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
He wishes for the Cloth of Heaven
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,Enwrought with golden and silver light,The blue and the dim and the dark clothsOf night and light and the half-light,I would spread the cloths under your feet:But I, being poor, have only my dreamsI have spread my dreams under your feetTread softly because you tread on my dreams.
Writer/s: Traditional arranged by Raymond Driver
