Related quotes: Does the road wind up-hill...

Up-Hill

Does the road wind up-hill all the way?
Yes, to the very end.
Will the day’s journey take the whole long day?
From morn to night, my friend.

But is there for the night a resting-place?
A roof for when the slow dark hours begin.
May not the darkness hide it from my face?
You cannot miss that inn.

Shall I meet other wayfarers at night?
Those who have gone before.
Then must I knock, or call when just in sight?
They will not keep you standing at that door.

Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak?
Of labour you shall find the sum.
Will there be beds for me and all who seek?
Yea, beds for all who come.

poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti (1858)
Submitted by anonym
Vote! | Copy!

Related quotes

Uphill

DOES the road wind uphill all the way?
Yes, to the very end.
Will the day's journey take the whole long day?
From morn to night, my friend.

But is there for the night a resting-place?
A roof for when the slow, dark hours begin.
May not the darkness hide it from my face?
You cannot miss that inn.

Shall I meet other wayfarers at night?
Those who have gone before.
Then must I knock, or call when just in sight?
They will not keep you waiting at that door.

Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak?
Of labour you shall find the sum.
Will there be beds for me and all who seek?
Yea, beds for all who come.

poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Downhill and other Parodies - Christina ROSSETTI - Uphill

Yes, the clock ticks downhill all the way,
until the very end.
Will the day's journey take the whole long day?
From light to mo[u]rn, my friend.
But is there for the spring a resting-place,
a ring before the last dark hours begin,
may not time fleeting mask it from my face?
No second chance for sin.
Will timesharing ease the fears and fright?
Toc ticks till all’s in hock which went before.
May not Time’s knocks be reined in by insight?
There is no reign resistant to scythe sure.
Who may find comfort, travel-sore and weak?
Time echoes onwards though the soul’s struck dumb.
Will there be time for me and all who seek?
Come, come! - the tocsin ticks to each his sum.

Uphill

Does the road wind up-hill all the way?
Yes, to the very end.
Will the day's journey take the whole long day?
From morn to night, my friend.
But is there for the night a resting-place?
A roof for when the slow dark hours begin.
May not the darkness hide it from my face?
You cannot miss that inn.
Shall I meet other wayfarers at night?
Those who have gone before.
Then must I knock, or call when just in sight?
They will not keep you standing at that door.
Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak?
Of labor you shall find the sum.
Will there be beds for me and all who seek?
Yea, beds for all who come.

Christina G ROSSETTI 1830_1894

Uphill Holiday

Will the long journey take the whole long day?
From morn to night, my friend.
And shall I have to stand the whole long way?
Of standing you shall have no end.

Is there no rest, then for my weary feet?
For comfort you shall seek in vain.
Must I take drinke, and sandwiches to eat?
You will get nothing on the train.

Shall there be cheer, and beds for all who seek?
Some seek who shall not find.
Will there be sunshine through the livelong week?
Rain, too, and cloud and wind.

Shall I pay dear for my brief breathing space?
You shall give richly of your little store.
Will there be ample board at Seaview Place?
So much – and nothing more.

George Henry VALLINS
Sincere Flattery 1954 Parody Christina ROSSETTI Uphill

Uphill Train Travel

Will the 8.20 take me all the way?
Yes, and round the bend.
And how long is the journey, would you say?
From morn to night, my friend.
And are there light refreshments on the train?
Refreshments? That’s a laugh.
And once I’m there, will I get back again?
God, no, they’re short of staff.
Shall I be seated? Will the signals fail?
A seat? You won’t get in.
How are they packed who go by British Rail?
Like sardines in a tin.
Do they reduce the service at the peak?
You’re lucky if they run.
And will it be the same again next week?
Too bloody true, old son.

Roger WODDIS 1917_1993 Parody Christina ROSSETTI Uphill

Uphill, What Inn is This

What inn is this
Where for the night
Peculiar traveller comes?
Who is the landlord?
Where the maids?
Behold what curious rooms!
No ruddy fires on the hearth,
No brimming tankards flow.
Necromancer, landlord,
Who are these below?

Emily DICKINSON - see Dorothy Parker – The Last Question
and Christina ROSSETTI Uphill

The Last Question

New love, new love, where are you to lead me?
All along a narrow way that marks a crooked line.
How are you to slake me, and how are you to feed me?
With bitter yellow berries, and a sharp new wine.

New love, new love, shall I be forsaken?
One shall go a-wandering, and one of us must sigh.
Sweet it is to slumber, but how shall we awaken —
Whose will be the broken heart, when dawn comes by?

Dorothy PARKER 1893_1967 –
See Emily Dickinson Uphill, What Inn is This?
and Christina ROSSETTI Uphill

PARKER Dorothy 1893_1967 park1_0014_park1_0000 PXX_LUX The Last Question_New love, new love, where are you to lead me

PARKER Dorothy 1893_1967 park1_0014_park1_0000 PXX_LUX The Last Question_New love, new love, where are you to lead me

The Inn of Life

‘As It was in the Beginning, - Is Now, - And...? Anno Domini I’.

* * *

'No room!
No room!
The Inn is full,
Yea - overfull.
No room have we
for such as ye -
Poor folk of Galilee,
Pass on! Pass on! '

'Nay then! -
Your charity
Will ne'er deny
Some corner mean,
Where she may lie unseen.
For see! -
Her time is nigh.'

'Alack! And she
So young and fair!
Place have we none;
And yet - how bid ye gone?
Stay then! - out there
Among the beasts
Ye may find room,
And eke a truss
To lie upon.'

‘Anno Domini 1913, etc.

* * *

'No room!
No room!
No room for Thee,
Thou Man of Galilee!
The house is full,
Yea, overfull.
There is no room for Thee, -
Pass on! Pass on!

Nay - see!
The place is packed.
'We scarce have room
For our own selves,
So how shall we
Find room for Thee,
Thou Man of Galilee, -
Pass on! Pass on!

But - if Thou shouldst
This way again,
And we can find
So much as one small corner
Free from guest,
Not then in vain
Thy quest.
But now -
The house is full.
Pass on! '

Christ passes
On His ceaseless quest,
Nor will He rest
With any,
Save as Chiefest Guest.

John OXENHAM 1852_1941 Parody After Christina ROSSETTI Uphill
And Emily Dickinson – Uphill, what Inn is this?

Re-Thrill

Does each dream overspill, thrill reach, fresh flight?
Yes, views that have no end …
Will astral journeys teach to breach new height?
From dusk to dawn, my friend.

But is there for the day a resting place?
A roof aloof from suffering, chagrin.
Pray daylight may not chide that cheerful place,
Nor resurrect grim sin.

Will I greet other travelers by day?
Those who may bliss restore ~
Must I then talk, balk at blasé, cliché?
Consider, recognize - step to the ‘fore.

Shall I find solace wash away what’s bleak?
Find favor through free smiles, fair fun.
Will there be joy all day until soul's sleep?
Yes! unafraid you will be made welcome...

Joy A BURKI-WATSON 1950_20 30 July 2007

Parody After Christina ROSSETTI Uphill
And Emily Dickinson – Uphill, what Inn is this?
Integrating suggestions JR.

The Death-Watch Beetle

“What manner of time does your watch keep
strange timekeeper? ” “The time of sleep.”

“I see no movement in the hands.”
“And yet the sleeper understands.”

“The sleeper understands! But how? ”
“You cannot understand it now.”

“And shall I never? ” “In the end
you’ll ask no other timepiece, friend.”

Humbert WOLFE 1885_1940

Parody After Christina ROSSETTI Uphill
And Emily Dickinson – Uphill, what Inn is this?

poem by Jonathan Robin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Does The Road Wind?

does the road wind, cascade
and snake all the way?
should I come running
or rippling, beaming
or dreaming like a pale-face moon?
will the journey be comfy,
tranquil and pleasant
or it will be an adventure of surprises,
of tears with no resting place?
does the sun shine all day long
and the moon and stars dance
at night to comfort the weak and travel-sore?
tell me that I may know
help me that I do not moan
and groan like the bells
just tell me
does the road wind, cascade
and snake all the way?

poem by Padmore Enyonam Agbemabiese
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

The Beds Too Big Without You

Beds too big without you
Cold wind blows right thru my open door
I cant sleep with your memory
Dreaming dreams of what used to be
When she left I was cold inside
That look on my face was just pride
No regrets no love no tears
Living on my own was the least of my fears
Beds too big without you
The beds too big without you
The beds too big
Without you
Since that day when youd gone
Just had to carry on
I get thru day but late at night
Made love to my pillow but it didnt feel right
Every day, just the same
Old rules for the same old game
All I gained was heartache
All I made was one mistake
Now the beds too big without you
The beds too big without you
The beds too big
Without you

song performed by by Police
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

Sight For Sore Eyes

When the storms of the day have all blown away along with fair weather friends
Theres a place I can go where the wind doesnt blow
Its the best place Ive ever been
Youre a sight for sore eyes
When I need a friend
Youre a sight for sore eyes
Let the healing begin
When the chips are all down and theres no one around
To count on like I count on you
I just picture your face and let it erase
All the pain Im goin through
Youre a sight for sore eyes
When I need a friend
Youre a sight for sore eyes
Let the healing begin
When I get lost and I cant find my way
And theres nowhere to turn at the end of the day
Youre a sight for sore eyes
When I need a friend
Youre a sight for sore eyes
Let the healing begin
Youre a sight for sore eyes
Let the healing begin

song performed by by Vince Gill
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

Sight For Sore Eyes

song performed by by Vince Gill
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day? From morn to night, my friend.

quote by Grantland Rice
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

All Night Long

The way I see the world,
It's all a loney road,
A road that I've been on,
For too long, so I'm told,

She was on the search,
On this loney road of mine,
But I was hidden deep,
And me, she could not find,

-chorus-
But she walked all night long, all night long, but couldn't find me
And she walked all night long, all night long, but couldn't find me

I heard her call my name,
As I lifted my head,
'My search is now complete,
Please come with me, ' she said,

'The second time around,
Is easier, you'll see,
Before I looked for you,
I had to search for, me',

-chorus-
But I walked all night long, all night long, but couldn't find me
And I walked all night long, all night long, but couldn't find me

And as we left the road,
I took a look around,
I thought I'd see myself,
But I was no where to be found,

-chorus-
But we walked all night long, all night long, but couldn't find me
And we walked all night long, all night long, but couldn't find me

poem by Lee McVicar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

At Night

Sunk deep in the night
I sink in the night
Standing alone underneath the sky
I feel the chill of ice
On my face
I watch the hours go by
The hours go by
You sleep
Sleep in a safe bed
Curled and protected
Protected from sight
Under a safe roof
Deep in your house
Unaware of the changes at night
At night
I hear the darkness breathe
I sense the quiet despair
Listen to the silence
At night
Someone has to be there
Someone has to be there
Someone must be there

song performed by by Cure
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

The Sorrows of the Blind

Pity the sorrows of the poor blind,
For they can but little comfort find;
As they walk along the street,
They know not where to put their feet.
They are deprived of that earthly joy
Of seeing either man, woman, or boy;
Sad and lonely through the world they go,
Not knowing a friend from a foe:
Nor the difference betwixt day and night,
For the want of their eyesight;
The blind mother cannot see her darling boy,
That was once her soul's joy.
By day and night,
Since she lost her precious sight;
To her the world seems dark and drear,
And she can find no comfort here.
She once found pleasure in reading books,
But now pale and careworn are her looks.
Since she has lost her eyesight,
Everything seems wrong and nothing right.

The face of nature, with all its beauties and livery green,
Appears to the blind just like a dream.
All things beautiful have vanished from their sight,
Which were once their heart's delight.
The blind father cannot see his beautiful child, nor wife,
That was once the joy of his life;
That he was wont to see at morn and night,
When he had his eyesight.
All comfort has vanished from him now,
And a dejected look hangs on his brow.

Kind Christians all, both great and small,
Pity the sorrows of the blind,
They can but little comfort find;
Therefore we ought to be content with our lot,
And for the eyesight we have got,
And pray to God both day and night
To preserve our eyesight;
To be always willing to help the blind in their distress,
And the Lord will surely bless
And guard us by night and day,
And remember us at the judgment day.

poem by William Topaz McGonagall
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Night After Night

by Bob Dylan
Night after night you wander the streets of my mind.
Night after night don't know what you think you will find.
No place to go, nowhere to turn,
Everything around you seems to burn, burn, burn.
And there's never any mercy night after night.
Night after night
Night after night
Night after night some new plan to blow up the world.
Night after night another old man kissing some young girl.
You look for salvation, you find none.
Just another broken heart, another barrel of a gun,
Just another stick of dynamite night after night.
Night after night
Night after night
Night after night you drop dead in your bed,
Night after night another bottle finds a head.
Night after night I think about cutting you loose
But I just can't do it, what would be the use?
So I just keep a holding you tight night after night.
Night after night
Night after night
Night after night
Night after night

song performed by by Bob Dylan
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

Road To Merryland

Travelling is travailing in the sea of life
The life one must aspire to enjoy
That travel to the abode of joy
Where the weak strengthens and the lads’ joy
Ti’s a journey where the eyes meet the sky
The horizon to find peace and shelter
But obstacles enroute too much to behold
Coz it’s a journey too short to be long

Started at wake of cock crow
When the goats had not chewed their last curd
The children not had their last milking spree
But the cranes were already stalled
Ti’s a journey to call a friend to squeal
A journey too rough to coo one to sleep
But obstacles too much to clog the mind
Coz it’s a journey too short to be long

Every junction, each leap an obstacle
Who planted such on this road to Merryland?
Must we face the hardship to success?
Obstacles everywhere and each with no meaning
Yet they must delay our trip to Merryland
A land flowing with milk and honey
A land where babies silence and bells ring
And a final place where hooray’s fills the air.

Obstacles each step of the way
Delays are inevitable to bear
Something for nothing must be given
Truly given in order to travel home
Obstacles of nature, obstacles of persons
What must be done to eliminate them?
Ti’s a journey short but long to behold
But one must bear the road to Merryland.

poem by Aron Lelei
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

It's A Hard Road

I jumped on the train
I left this old town
I escaped the rain
I'm no longer down
The wheels start to turn
My worries are gone
I have lots to learn
About the trail that I'm on
As I look around
I see my new friend
I know I am bound
To travel till the end

I'll travel south and I'll travel north
I'll travel east and I'll travel west
I just want to find the road that is best

The train it did slow
I'm in a new place
The moonlight does glow
On my tired face
It's time for me
To try and find a bed
It's time for me
To rest my weary head
Morning is here
There's sorting to do
I'll sound sincere
With my goodbye to you

I'll travel south and I'll travel north
I'll travel east and I'll travel west
I just want to find the road that is best

It's time to move away
I'm not satisfied
I've spent many a day
Finding a place to reside
There's a town on my mind
It's just down the track
No need to find
A way to get back
The train I will get
Sitting at the station
The future is set
I feel anticipation

I'll travel south and I'll travel north
I'll travel east and I'll travel west
I just want to find the road that is best

poem by Liam Hughes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Don't Talk Back

Well it's half my heart and a little bit of soul
That makes me feel I've gotta ride this road
I wouldn't change it if I could
And me and this road you
You know we've got an understanding
It won't leave me at home and I am
Too tired to do just what I should
And last night I asked if I could
Take comfort in the rosewood
The road said nothing at all
Well cos it don't talk back unless the wind blows hard
I drive it all night with the wheel of my car
It won't leave me running for the door
And if the paints still wet I can just slow down
And it all goes away on the other side of town
And nothing is that easy anymore

Well the hurt won't leave with the sight of white line
But it eases up my pain for a while
The only habit that I keep
And miles take time but the time is mine
And always moving suits me fine
I'll catch my breath when I sleep
And after all that I've done
I'm not half what I'd hope that I'd become
There's still along way to go

Well cos it don't talk back unless the wind blows hard
I drive it all night with the wheel of my car
It won't leave me running for the door
And if the paints still wet I can just slow down
And it all goes away on the other side of town
And nothing is that easy anymore

And last night I asked if I could
Take comfort in the rosewood
The road said nothing at all

Yeah cos it don't talk back unless the wind blows hard
I drive it all night with the wheel of my car
It won't leave me running for the door
And if the paints still wet I can just slow down
And it all goes away on the other side of town
And nothing is that easy anymore

song performed by by Kasey Chambers from The Captain
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

My home away from home

When through earth's dusty path i roam
Nightfall let me return home!
For within its four wall shall i find
Warmth and comfort of every kind!
But when worldly ventures doth beckon
That far away from home i shall finally begone
Let me paint thy face upon the canvas of my heart
And write on its page, few lines of thy sweetest part
For when the world shall curse me to hate
And every journey seems a little too late
When travel sore i find no resting place
Search among crowds and see no memorable face
Then those lines of thy sweet part i verse my poem,
Shall be my comfort, my home away from home!

©Allen

poem by Okonkwo Osamedua. Allen
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

The Dark Hill

On dark hill, in moonlight
A lone stranger struggles through the night
With hopes dashed and dreams torn asunder
Though dark flowers he slowly wanders
And looks around trying to find
A little space and piece of mind.

But the dark hill is unforgiving
And no escape or hope its giving
The dark flowers turn and scream
To remind him that its just a dream
Lost inside a world of pain
One day hoping to be whole again

The darkness is always in your own mind
Never ending and making you blind
The dark hill takes and leaves nothing behind
Nothing but the emptiness of your own desire.

So on the dark hill the man continues
All alone on his weary journey
To find the peace he so deserves

poem by Monkee Thompson
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

The Watcher on the Tower

I
The Voice of a Man

WHAT of the Night, O Watcher?

The Voice of a Woman

Yea, what of it?

The Watcher

A star has risen; and a wind blows strong.

Voice of the Man

The Night is dark.

The Watcher

But God is there above it.

Voice of the Woman

The Night is dark; the Night is dark and long.

II
Voice of the Man

What of the Night, O Watcher?

Voice of the Woman

Night of sorrow!

The Watcher

Out of the East there comes a sound, like song.

Voice of the Man

The Night is dark.

The Watcher

Have courage! There’s To-morrow!

Voice of the Woman

The Night is dark; the Night is dark and long.

III
Voice of the Man

What of the Night, O Watcher?

Voice of the Woman

Is it other?

The Watcher

I see a gleam; a thorn of light; a thong.

Voice of the Man

The Night is dark.

The Watcher

The Morning comes, my Brother.

Voice of the Woman

The Night is dark; the Night is dark and long.

IV
Voice of the Man

What now, what now, O Watcher?

The Watcher

Red as slaughter
The Darkness dies. The Light comes swift and strong.

Voice of the Man

The Night was long.—What sayest thou, my Daughter?

Voice of the Woman

The Night was dark; the Night was dark and long.

poem by Madison Julius Cawein
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Dark Of Night

IN THE DARK OF NIGHT , YOU REACH OUT TO ME , AS I TAKE YOUR HAND, YOU DRAW ME CLOSER AND TOGETHER WE STAND.THE LOOK IN YOUR EYES, THE TOUCH OF YOUR KISS, OUR HEARTS BEAT IN RYTHEM WHEN YOU HOLD ME LIKE THIS, THE TOUCH OF YOUR FINGERS AS THEY SEARCH AND EXPLORE, LEAVES ME BREATHLESS AND WEAK AND YEARNING FOR MORE, THE FEEL OF YOUR BODY PRESSED TIGHT AGAINST MINE, WE ARE LOST IN EACH OTHER, AS THE DARK OF NIGHT TURNS BACK TIME.I REACH OUT TO YOU TO DRAW YOU NEAR, ONLY TO WAKE TO FIND YOU ARE NOT HERE, .IM HOLDING YOUR PILLOW, AND HOLDING IT TIGHT, AS MY CRIES OF SORROW PIERCES THE QUITE, I CALL OUT YOUR NAME IN THE DARK OF NIGHT, I ASK FOR ONLY, ONE LAST CHANCE TO TOUCH YOUR FACE, TO HOLD YOU CLOSE ONE MORE TIME IN THE DARK OF NIGHT. .THE ONLY ANSWER THAT I HEAR, IS THE SHATERING SOUND OF A BREAKING HEART, AND THE ROARING SOUND OF THE SEA OF TEARS , AS I BEGIN FALLING APART., MY FINGERS KEEP SEARCHING THE EMPTY SPACE , WISHING FOR ONE LAST CHANCE TO REACH OUT AND CARESS YOUR FACE.THEY ONLY FIND YOU ARE NOT THERE, THE COLD ROUGH SHEET AWAITS THEM THERE, AS THEY KEEP SEARCHING IN THE DARK NIGHT AIR.

poem by Judy Compton
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

When The Night Comes

Hold on
Ill be back for you
It wont be long
But for now theres something else
Thats calling me
So take me down a lonesome road
Point me east and let me go
That suitcase weighs me down
With memories
I just wanna be the one you run to
I just wanna be the one you come to
I just wanna be there for someone
When the night comes
Lets put all the cares behind us
And go where theyll never find us
I just wanna be there beside you
When the night comes
When the night comes
Two spirits in the night
That can leave before the morning light
When theres nothing left to lose
And nothing left to fear
So meet me on the edge of town
Wont keep you waiting Ill be round
Then you and i
Well just roll right out of here
I just wanna be the one you run to
I just wanna be the one you come to
I just wanna be there for someone
When the night comes
Lets put all the cares behind us
And go where theyll never find us
I just wanna be there beside you
When the night comes
When the night comes
I know therell be a time for you and i
Just take my hand and run away
Think of all the pieces of the shattered dream
Were gonna make it out some day
Well be coming back
Coming back to stay
When the night comes
I wanna be the one you run to
When the night comes
To be the one youd come to
I wanna be the one you run to
Ooh
I just wanna be the one you run to
Wanna be the one you come to
I just wanna be there for someone
When the night comes
Lets put all the cares behind us
And go where theyll never find us
I just wanna be there beside you
When the night comes
When the night comes
Ah ah when the night comes
When the night rolls down
Ah ah when the night comes
I wanna be with you
Ah ah when the night comes
Oh ah when the night comes in
Ah ah oh
Ah ah when the night comes
When the night comes
Ah ah when the night comes
I wanna be right by your side
Ah ah when the night comes
Yes baby
Ah ah oh
Dont do that to me woman
Ah ah oh
Ever stayed when the night time gets in here
Ah ah when the night comes
I wanna rise and up in the
When the night comes
Ah ah when the night comes
Ah ah oh
Love me

song performed by by Bryan Adams
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

Where Your Road Leads

(written by victoria shaw and desmond child)
I believe in miracles
I believe in signs
And I believe that mountains move
One prayer at a time
If I could be an angel
Id make your every wish come true
But I am only human
Just a woman
Lovin you
Where your road leads
I will follow
When your heart bleeds
Ill be there for you
When your night grows dark
And you cant find your tomorrow
Then you can follow me
Someday well look back and see
Our footprints in the sand
Sometimes you would carry me
And sometimes youd be in my hands
If we can love forever
That wont be long enough for me
I want to hold you tender
Be your shelter
All you need
Where your road leads
I will follow
When your heart bleeds
Ill be there for you
When your night grows dark
And you cant find your tomorrow
Then you can follow me
Oh, we can be each others guiding light
Through this long and winding life
Where your road leads
I will follow
When your heart bleeds
Ill be there for you
When your night grows dark
And you cant find your tomorrow
When youve lost sight of your dreams
Then you can follow me

song performed by by Trisha Yearwood
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

En.Citatepedia®.ro

Up-Hill

Related quotes

Uphill

Downhill and other Parodies - Christina ROSSETTI - Uphill

Does The Road Wind?

The Beds Too Big Without You

Sight For Sore Eyes

Sight For Sore Eyes

All Night Long

At Night

The Sorrows of the Blind

Night After Night

Road To Merryland

It's A Hard Road

Don't Talk Back

My home away from home

The Dark Hill

The Watcher on the Tower

Dark Of Night

When The Night Comes

Where Your Road Leads

En.Citatepedia^®.ro