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Away with me now, to an island of dreams, where the grass grows green, And the streams run clean! Where the sun makes you smile, And the lands make you sigh, For the freedom to breath, midst Orkneys deep skies! Where a fair maid of spring, With hair to the wind, Cries out for a lover, To share in her dreams, She cries out for him, Come take my hand, And share you my love, of this bonny wee land! Along the north shore, away high the great cliffs, the wind screams in pain 'mid rocks flinched in fear, the bonny wee lass does call for a lover, to give him her heart, and love her, no other! The wind heard her cry, and thought for a while, then ceased his wild hurling, of waves to the sky, he caressed her fair hair, and whispered these words, "Come hither fair maid, come be you my bride, come fly with me now eternal and high!" The fair maid did shy from the hand that he offered, with tears in her eyes, with fear in her voice, she told him why she'd could not love him. "How can I give my love to thee?" For all that you do, is thrash at the sea! Savagely sink ships with a childish glee, your bride I'll not be for gentle the deeds, of the man who will be, a husband to me." "You know me not, nor the tasks I do!" the wind replied, and before her eyes, a shadow grew, a gentle face with shoulders broad, |
and arms of bronze he now there stood. He smiled at her with starlit eyes of deepest blue, And offered her his mighty hands, From deep within his gentle grasp, upon her hand, he laid a jewel, she looked and lo it raised its wings, "This jewel from Africa I do thee bear, so frail its wings so far, I carry, the smallest swallow I also bring, a task of love, I do so tenderly!" Upon her hair he laid forth seeds, and uttered to them gently, a headband of flowers grew exquisitely, Honey suckle and jasmine, Aroma's heavenly, Lavender and cinnamon with tastes most envious, Dreams of far lands and sweet tasting mysteries. "I carry such gifts all over the world!" He turned and called to the sea, "My brother share our bond, with my bride to be!" The sea rose up, built a castle of sand, from the darkest depth of his ocean lands, he brought forth diamonds and pearls, the brightest of corals adorned all its halls to guard them from sorrows then the sun joined in and gave it all form, then time bid her welcome and stretched forth his hand, and frosted the glass and planted the lands! The fair maiden of Orkney did bow down her head, With tears in her eyes she happily said, "Great lord! Your bride I will be, but what kind of dowry can I offer to thee, I am but mortal, simple and frail, I have no skills for you to avail, I have only my voice with pride it would sing, a song of love, for you my king!" On Orkney fair isles, on the high northern cliffs, if you listen a while, you can hear the wind laugh, and hear a fair song, that wont be held back, for all he desired, was her voice in his ears, and her company true, throughout all of his years! |