The Maiden And The River

Now as I'm settled so old and outired

And no one's here to tell about my live

I'll sing this lonely tune again and again

To bear the echos in my mind.

The things I did - the words I said

Though time passed by - I can't forget

In hopeless times - alone I've cried

Time, time - pass me by!

A youngster's guilt once taken upon

The strengthening shoulders of a growing man

The weakness age has rolled in 'em pines

Has not reduced the burdens I bear.

Alone I stood amidst the river

That flooded lightness onto my soul

As a simple tune so true in its beauty

was swirling across the glitters of light.

And as my eyes focused upon

a distant glitter amidst the woods

The sudden ungreening of the trees

unvailed a singing maiden's outstanding line.

"Step forward to the shimmering one!

Be kind to me my blistered feet!

Obey! My swollen tongue for once

in my life I have to - to..."

But not I moved for all my might

The maiden smiled and walked on by.

No scream, no words - just the pain

that echos on and on again.

Since then I never saw again

The skirts of springtime wandering by.

For all the colours of the world

Look dim compared to what I saw that day.