Lady of the wandering sea
She was fifteen
When he came wandering by thee
The leaves would fall that very autumn
He saw
The wind blew amongst her hair
She would call
Oh lover, please take me here
Where butterflies are yellow with dawn
Life is green in the spring
Year after year would come
Left time of regrets be sown
In the full strength of years to be
Of the ages of blue diamond’s you'll see
So years would simply breathe one more breath
Lies one more day till death
Simply year after year
When she was sixty three
One more day
Was she

Debbie Brooks 2014