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Rye by Mountainside

from Towards Homestead by Evoking Winds

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I see by mountainside
A field so rich with rye,
A grace who walks in furrows.
The grace who has to die.
I’ll go and scythe the crops
And gently take your hair
You’re always in my heart
The beauty of the fields.

Your golden hair is long,
Your azure eyes are young,
Your smile is generous,
And arrow is your tongue.
I’ll bring the edgy scythe
And you will take my hand
Bewitching all of me
To have your final dance.

You’re born with summer sun
To touch the land with gold:
The circle has begun
Insanely young and old.
I’m chanted by the songs
You sing like heaven’s choir.
And naked dance you whirl
Is touching heart like fire.

I see by mountainside
A field so rich with rye,
A grace who walks in furrows.
The grace who has to die.
I’ll go and scythe the crops
And gently take your hair
You’re always in my heart
The beauty of the fields.

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from Towards Homestead, released August 10, 2008

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