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Mysterious Lover

Mysterious Lover
(Chris Culbert)

An Eldwick lass walked out alone,
In the quiet mist of morning.
The field was black as the blackest stone,
And the springtime was coming.

She dipped her hand into the stream
In the quiet mist of morning,
And looked down where the alders lean,
For the springtime was coming.

There came a gentle smiling man,
In the quiet mist of morning,
He took her lightly by the hand,
And the springtime was flowering.

He laid her down in the birchwood glade,
In the quiet mist of morning,
She was glad to be no more a maid,
And the summertime was flowering.

He drew her up and held her there,
In the quiet mist of morning,
She was a bird -- she was a star,
And the summertime was blazing.

But when she turned to look at him,
In the quiet mist of morning,
She held an oak tree in her arms,
And the winter snow was falling.

Copyright Chris Culbert
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