It beckoned from afar
when I stepped ashore
in the brightness
of the spring sun
I trod its slopes
the time before
affording me
a view beyond compare
The hill of huts
now sunken
into moorland mire
looking far and wide
Snowy mountains north
and east
rolling hills
away to the south
It afforded me
a closer view
of a friendship
beyond compare
Worthy of a prize
written and sung
I'll come back
below the hill
Can I wait
Can I wait
I'll have to
until our eyes meet
below the hill
Can I wait
not so easy
as the sun smiles
between the rain
Can I wait
only just
until your hair
blows around my face
Can I wait
well, I'll manage
the lighthouses wink
not one, but two
Can I wait
one day at a time
until our cheeks
brush together
Can I wait
till I come down the road
and take you
in my arms
I can wait
for what is good
for what is ours
for what we'll share
I'll have to
until our eyes meet
below the hill
Can I wait
not so easy
as the sun smiles
between the rain
Can I wait
only just
until your hair
blows around my face
Can I wait
well, I'll manage
the lighthouses wink
not one, but two
Can I wait
one day at a time
until our cheeks
brush together
Can I wait
till I come down the road
and take you
in my arms
I can wait
for what is good
for what is ours
for what we'll share
Bewitch me
Bewitch me
from afar
dancing
in the sunlight
Enchant me
in the low
angled light
of the golden sunset
Lure me
as light fades
and only your outline
can be seen
Tug me
by the heart strings
as you walk
on the machair
Draw me
with the low tones
of your alto voice
wrapping me in enchantment
Take me
away and
let me drown
in your eyes
from afar
dancing
in the sunlight
Enchant me
in the low
angled light
of the golden sunset
Lure me
as light fades
and only your outline
can be seen
Tug me
by the heart strings
as you walk
on the machair
Draw me
with the low tones
of your alto voice
wrapping me in enchantment
Take me
away and
let me drown
in your eyes
Watch for me
Watch for me
from beyond the sea
round the coast
I'll come
Watch for me
in the long light
of the spring evening
I'll come
Watch for me
below the hills
above the machair
I'll come
Watch for me
the promise stands
and it will be true
I'll come
from beyond the sea
round the coast
I'll come
Watch for me
in the long light
of the spring evening
I'll come
Watch for me
below the hills
above the machair
I'll come
Watch for me
the promise stands
and it will be true
I'll come
Warbler
The wind blew me away
as did your eyes
as we met
across a crowded room
The Westside Warbler
singing its luring call
amongst the artisans
of music in the south
After darkness fell
our eyes had to part
we'll meet again
in the beams of the two lighthouses
as did your eyes
as we met
across a crowded room
The Westside Warbler
singing its luring call
amongst the artisans
of music in the south
After darkness fell
our eyes had to part
we'll meet again
in the beams of the two lighthouses
Old friend
An old friend returned last night
tapping lightly
on the northern window
obscuring the view
In its absence
fire reigned free
swept along on
the dreaded east wind
Softly stroking my face
as I glanced heavenward
quenching
the thirst of spring
The thirst for spring
from these parched islands
the call answered
as the rain danced
tapping lightly
on the northern window
obscuring the view
In its absence
fire reigned free
swept along on
the dreaded east wind
Softly stroking my face
as I glanced heavenward
quenching
the thirst of spring
The thirst for spring
from these parched islands
the call answered
as the rain danced
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)