There was a light once shone in you, like the softly glowing fireflies, on sultry summer nights; in Granville, Tennessee. Before the shadows crossed your way. Before the shadows crossed your way. There was a song once came from you, in melancholy Gaelic hues, on each Fall’s golden morn; your fetching siren’s call. Before the shadows crossed your way. Before the shadows crossed your way. There was a touch once passed from you, some tiny flaxen butterfly, that brushed against my lips; and took away my breath. Before the shadows crossed your way. Before the shadows crossed your way. There was a you that I could feel, each time we looked or met awhile, two souls entwined in love; that ever would be bound. Before the shadows crossed your way. Two souls entwined in love; that ever would be bound. Before the shadows crossed your way.