| I thought I heard the sound of my name and I looked back down behind me
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| And with hair like the ripened wheat she came, sure as the west wind to find me
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| And just for a moment I wished my life to see our friends all around us
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| And I turned to her but I held my breath in the far Norwegian mountains
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| For there we stood two children of spring as everything seemed to be gleaming
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| Her looking breathless clean out of my mind and me with my crazy dreaming
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| To think of my friends underneath the same roof in one common destination
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| When all we do is remain aloof like we have no close relation
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| And love is my torment and I’ll take when I can
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| But I’ll give in the moment when you are my woman and I am your man
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| And I watched her makin' her first daisy chain as her nipples hung hard in
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| suggestion
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| And naked, gnat-bitten we drifted fain in the hazy deserved sensation
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| And we dreamt of all the loves we’d known and we never never thought of the
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| sorrow
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| With forelocks wound over primrose down in the wood by the emptin long barrow
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| Two silver greenflies to flicker the backdropping, lush of the emerald
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| springtime
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| To lust for a moment in love of another is dust on a dragonfly’s wing
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| And love is no torment for we’ll give when we can
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| And we’ll live in the moment when you are my woman and I am your man
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| And the blackcap sings and the forest rings, the nettles tall around me
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| With shafts of sun and moving things and poems fast and slowly
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| And fantasies of luscious thirst for new lust and fresh waters to seek it
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| Like diamonds set in realities of skies drawn back in secret
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| But somewhere out there with my heart in her care and her prayers in the
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| breezes that caught them
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| She sits like the earth as I fly to her arms like the showering yellows of
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| autumn
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| And love is no torment for we’ll give when we can
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| And we’ll live in the moment when she is my woman and I am her man |