an unreciprocated lament

 an unreciprocated lament

on the face of a mountain heart

the unrequited wind’s at play

rattling the windows of desire

and blowing her tears my way

when cold the draught is at this door

and the fire has dwindled low

she blew her skirts across my eye

and far away did go

did go ~ and far away did go

i see her in the clouds now

a memory of mine

could it have been that long ago

that i kissed her kissed her fine

to meet we planned

on a summer breeze-beached shore

two path were planned 

where only one would go 

would go ~ where only one would go 

i can see her still

bobbed hair and gingham flow

but time courted her away

but how was i to know 

that the first field’s flowers

turn soon to seeds and dry

waves of grass soon wave goodbye

above the deep well of why

why my love ~ why this deep well of why

and never to return returns each spring

the unanswered plea of why

did two become one when nearly two

had hearts that were fit to burst and die

empty hands spill these sands of time

and time and again this why

is as bigger than my mountain heart

oh i wish that i would die

oh i wish ~ i wish that i would die