She walks in a ray of pure
leaps in a field of golden barley...

You make life alive,
living i can love you better...

If ever I was a mariner,
your beauty would be my ship...

Pulling pins, releasing spoons,
The grenadiers to start their death summoning...

How is it that I can never get it out?
Everything I want to say is stuck in my throat...

Wax melts as the candles dwindle,
Their life is a measure of age, of time...

You're not the first,
But then I think about you always...

When light does show upon her face, what grace,
A fragile dancer across her feature...

You are a temptress,
You tease me and don't know it...

Both when young did take to dance,
But she much younger than he...

(To the one person I will truly miss when my time...
When I journey down Pennsylvania way...

Half a year,
Six months...