Base Metal

We were base metal turned to gold

Beautiful hearts to have and to hold

I was a promise written on your skin

You were a poem for me to sing

How could we have known

Too high a price we paid

And love would hold us ransom

Till the end of our days

Beautiful hearts to have and to hold

We were base metal turned to gold

Your eyes find me from the newspage

A hundred years to the very day

That they took you from me

Down to the County jail

Down those dusty lanes

Down those dusty lanes

Tried for a poacher

The story's always the same

Twas only food for the table

Turned to three years without bail

Down those dusty lanes

Down those dusty lanes

You died of a fever

To the freedom of your grave

But your love held me ransom

Till the end of my days

We were base metal turned to gold

Beautiful hearts to have and to hold

I was a promise written on your skin

You were a poem for me to sing

How could we have known

Too high a price we paid

And love would hold us ransom

Till the end of our days

Beautiful hearts to have and to hold

We were base metal turned to gold

Seven more miles to go

Time for a new collection of poems and songs and bits and bobs that I'll be collecting along the way. It seemed to start this year with Snake River (see previous blog, a poem about our local river which isn't called snake river but the timing of writing it coincided with the Chinese New Year [year of the snake] and I can't think of a better title right now than a line from it, Seven More Miles To Go. The photo is from one of mine from the garden. I'm guessing that, as always, journeys will be a theme.

Snake River

Mist rising from the river

Seven more miles to go

Green light city

Caught up in the flow

As dreams fly, cormorant shape on the clean sky

Who knew this heart would carry me so far from home

I can't sit and wait for you to notice

How far we've travelled from

All those things we took for granted

All those promises undone

A cold night fading into yet another day

I can't wait for you to notice

We're travelling the wrong way

Mist rising from the river

Seven more miles to go

Green light city

Caught up in the flow

As dreams fly, cormorant shape on the clean sky

Who knew this heart would carry me so far from home