Shalom King Arthur,
Lovely lyric.
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In a message dated 08.30.03 12:31:08 AM, [log in to unmask] writes:
<< Wildersham Woods
While I was walking through Wildersham Woods
I met and walked a short way with her.
Dress billowed and flared [kind of the same thing, huh?
I like flared; rhymes with hair]
brown hair bounced
smile tore ribbons from me
light rippled through the rails of bare branches.
For days I searched for her far head in crowds.
I went whistling through Wildersham Woods
held her warm hand in mine, turned my eyes to her
watched birds clatter
through leafing boughs
blue swathes of bright bells.
The whites of her eyes lit my life
and my nights were dazed with sweet amazements.
I went wooing in Wildersham Woods
showed her my dreams and piped her my heart
laid long to her side
drew honey from soft combs
believed in forever.
Trees were a roof over us, leaves a warm bed under us
and we knew all the world’s secrets and ways.
Now I weep silently through Wildersham Woods
for she has gone, she sleeps in another place?
Autumn has burned
branches stripped by winds
and no birds sing.
A cold wind tumbles the leaves around me
whispers of another time and mocks this empty space.
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So when are we putting this to music and hearing the minstral folksinger
perform?
kol tuv, Ryfkah
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