Lonely River
I saw her wandering out by the trees
colored hair like the red autumn leaves
a forest of flame
and I called out her name
And the lonely river looked on
We made love by the banks every day
whenever she passed by this way
though she wasn't mine
she would be in time
while the lonely river looked on
She whispers her love for me now
in my ears as the soft willow bows
I left her alone
as I ran way on home
as the lonely river looked on
As I walked up my well trodden track
to see if my love had come back
she was laying right there
skin as red as her hair
and the lonely river looked on
Winds rustled round me with cries
as I saw in my lovers cold eyes
laid open in fear
of what came to her here
and the lonely river looked on
By the banks of the river she'll stay
buried under the willow that sways
while I silently weep
in the silence she keeps
and the lonely river looks on
Copyright © Elles Martin | Year Posted 2006
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