The Desirous Woman to the Shepherd


My gentle sir, I do despair.
Of my future plans you're unaware.
I long for more than fields and hills,
And fragrant groves and natures thrills.

You'd tend the flock while I still sleep,
Alone and cold with heart cut deep.
The shallow rivers soon run dry,
And to the South the songbirds fly.

A bed of roses full of thorns,
Takes sweetness from the summer morns.
The myrtle skirt and flowered crown
Will die and show their petals brown.

Your fine wool gowns dont me impress,
But diamond rings and silken dress.
Some stockings made of finest lace
Will surely bring smiles to my face.

Good times would pass as we grow old,
And autumn nights grow long and cold.
I long to dance; I love to sing.
I'll do this 'ere my church bells ring.

I have a need for wine and song,
And joyful times, for life's not long.
If you could make my dreams come true,
I'll gladly come and live with you.


T. Willsie -- 1987



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