Feast Of Stephen - Mike Heron
When winter came this year
She found me well prepared for her
The flame well fed with pine
Shuttered windows oakwood doors
From the low dales come the fiddler
Gave his tunes their flight
When winter came this year
She found me well prepared for her
The flame well fed with pine
Shuttered windows oakwood doors
From the low dales come the fiddler
Gave his tunes their flight
Don't know her name or the dance
That became her so well
From topmost limb of night's dark tree
Tonight my lantern light floats free
The ladies danced so well
The ladies danced so light
But it was not mortal step drew me
From my guests to meet the night
Snow lies deep with friends unseen
I will light my eyes to Venus green
Holding my life with a hope
When the midnight skies rise
She flies flies
She flies flies
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