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Elijah - Alela Diane
I met Madeline in the south of France
Where she grew with fig
And broke bread with moon
Dark eyes of the evening brought her a son
A blessing and burden for she was so young
So young so young so young
Water is cold the wayward gale
Much like the leaves I've become frail
Madeline said"I'd like to follow
But I must stay well to care for Elijah"
I must stay well to care for Elijah
Elijah Elijah Elijah Elijah
Fire in the stone hut burned calmly
But as she stoked it Madeline grew concerned
She said"These are olive branches
And the wood of the olive is sacred"
The wood of the olive is too sacred to burn
To burn to burn to burn to burn
Water is cold the wayward gale
Much like the leaves I've become frail
Madeline said"I'd like to follow
But I must stay well to care for Elijah"
I must stay well to care for Elijah
Elijah Elijah Elijah Elijah