This is just a hypothetical bridge, to be performed, spoken, as part of the song, "In the Pines".
She came from the village
One day's ride from here.
Though I'd only met her but the once,
She's stood in a corner of my memories
All down these many years.
She had that Fugitive look about her-
Eyes like a wary fox.
She would not add nor take from what she'd told me;
Her heart was full of locks.