While The Hours Rush In

From time to the next time, there will grow love While the hours rush in to be quite happy Like drifting hazy curves from above In their moments go, quietly and snappy There shall certainly be some beauty too That make us see something we wish to keep From sky above high and faraway blue All those longitude of distances deep So much pleasure to come and meet the eyes Full of wonderment for us to adore With a glimpse in the evening surprise That we want more of it and always more Each fantasy afar shall make us glad If we for a minute have become little sad