The Presence

Lyrics
It was out in the long Spring grass, she said When the night was soft on the hill He touched my ear with his voice, she said And my blood ran sweet and chill I laugh in my sleep at their jibes, she said Though they call me 'old maid' still I have seen them sprinkled, weaned and loved The young girls fondled and wed I have watched their dreams grow as grey as the hair That the limping sheep dog shed But mine are as green as the tall pines That lean by Lochearnhead He never camе back to my father's byre Yet on an April night Whеn the moon sits fat on a scudding cloud And the stars are quick and white I have known his clutch like a cloak of fire And his limbs like swords of light And my eye is wet by the fire, she said But not with lust or shame I mourn no shepherd laid low on the hill I weep in the starry flame With the joy of what I can never lose But what I dare not name It was out in the long Spring grass, she said
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Credits
- Writers
- Stuart MacGregor
- Archie Fisher