Red roofs
M. Brahe
Red roofs by the river,
I see them so plain,
Aglow in the sunlight
Agleam after rain.
Oh, oft in my dreaming,
I fondly recall
The quaint little quayside,
The peace over all.
The old folk so kindly,
So full of good will,
Who knew me in childhood,
Who speak of me still.
Red roofs by the river,
In sunshine and rain,
How oft in my dreaming
I see them again!