Obedient girls line up To be conveyed down the aisle Into the grasp of some master of a man. Pearl cheeks and diamond eyes Obscured by fine white threads.
But the mountains have spoken Nature mocks conformity - Today her veils are thrown, and Crumple softly in the valleys. She is promised to no one.
Streams spring, Their ancient paths traverse many a love lost. Again the rains have come, And I must get to my feet.