He was young and he rode along the river Raven-haired The fairest thing to grace those steady banks In ages come and lost for-ever And power laid upon him Like a thousand secrets she would never know And so she spoke
In the lapping of the land Golden-tongued Her whispers fickle jewels along the sand Ephemeral and softly spoken But he was wiser than his years And shed his hooves to meet her there Among the reeds where earth recedes There he stood.
As the silt caressed the bottoms of his feet Circles formed: growing outward, drawing inward Gaining strength and going homeward In the trumpeting of swans In lilies laced upon a pond She rose before him like the ice before the Spring And was a queen
And their touch was like a lover's Clear and sweet, drenching and unfolding With no need for air or sunlight in the deep And in the passions that they bared In pledges won and secrets shared They'd stand together in what destiny would bring And crown a kingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
