The Song of the Wren

The wren is singing, high up in the tree Come, lay your crown beside me on the ground Come lie with me, my love, come lie with me For every bloom on earth there is a bee For every queen a green king to be crowned The wren is singing high up in the tree I wore a gown of bright embroidery I wear my hair with heather flowers wound Come lie with me, my love, come lie with me I’m wanton, wild, alive with energy I want you brought to me in oak leaves bound The wren is singing high up in the tree Oh aye, what then, why then I set you free Oh my, and we get dirty and profound Come lie with me, my love, come lie with me You are my king. I shut my eyes and see Your silhouette, with sunlight all around I hear the wren sing, high up in the tree Come lie with me, my love, come lie with me © Gail Foster 21st June 2018