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lady goldberry



vancouver december 1973

we lived in the sticks

but i often went into the city

the stump farm was sure some place

to come home to



i live in the country

high up on the island

close to the sky

watch the birds go by

sun splashes gold on the meadow

wind sings its song in the trees

the water comes dancing

and laughing along


she lives in the country

golden smile in the morning

my lady of the country

keep your candles aburning

i’ll be coming home soon

fair lady goldberry

i’ll sing for you