Blue Fields of Wild Indigo
blue fields of wild indigo
chirping red robins
bobbing house wrens
perched high
sing a soft lullabye
as the black mother hen
fluffs her fresh nest of twigs
to lay her speckled eggs
the first leg of lady spring is here
her sweetest scent is floating in the air
with the buzzing bumble bees
the white aura of this virgin beauty
flows like a river
in a brisk breeze through our hair
not long before she disappears
and the first tender sprouts of
july rye will appear
come on
lets run through
the blue fields of wild indigo
where the quarterhorses roam
we'll play with the
frisky spotted fawn until sundown
while we're young and free
lets live like gods until dawn
sowing our oats in the sun's glory
until we need our coats of down
on a dead of winter morning
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