My first poem

ON A COLD SEPTEMBER NIGHT
WHEN THE RIVER BEGUN TO RISE
MOONBEAM WAS IN A SAD PLIGHT
MY SOUL LOSES ITS MIGHT

NORTH WIND CAME BLOWIN'
MY TEARS KEEP ON FROM FALLIN'
MIDNIGHT BELLS ARE RINGIN,
SEEMS LIKE DEATHBEDS ARE COMIN'

HOW LONG SHALL I STAND?
TO WALK ALONG MOURNING LAND
LONG TO HOLD YOU AGAIN WITH MY HAND
AND SING LOVESONGS UNDER THE SUN

OH, GOD OF HEAVEN LAND AND SEA
TAKE AWAY HER MEMORY AFAR FROM ME
CAUSE IT'S HARD FOR ME TO SEE
THAT HER HEART DOES NOT BELONG TO ME.