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scout, fort - the reverent marigold lyrics

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scout, fort lyrics
a brave scout stood before a fort
when night bloomed soft around her
she was seeking for her love
and knew that she had found her

her feet were sore and too her heart
was aching for her lady
whose cold, cold body lay behind
in her hall in the green wood side*y

for she had loved a lady g*y
who rode on a spotted pony
and it was in the month of june
that they were to be married

but on the wedding night it was
the night and very early
her lady had died in hеr arms
with her body burning

the scout had watched hеr hindmost breath
rise just like the steam
but she was faster than the spirit there
that left just like a dream

the scout was a n0ble girl
she ran just like the wind
she could catch the running stag
and kiss it on the chin
she ran a day, a night and day
faster even than death
on the heels of the mortal soul
that flew on her lover’s last breath

now she stood before the fort
whose walls rose black like tar
and she saw her lady fair
calling from the wall

“i saw the old moon late yestreen
with the new moon in her arms
oh my love, if you climb to me
you never shall return”

“oh my dear, my darling dear
i know the fate i carry
but as sure as i know my love’s kiss
these dark walls will not stay me.”

and so she climbed upon the stones
the stones as cold as hatred
mounting then the highest wall
where her dead love was waiting

the moon eclipsed the shining stars
the heather made sweet the air
as the lady ran her hand
through her brave scout’s black hair
she kissed her scout once on her hand
and twice she kissed her cheek
three times she kissed her dark lips
then the scout fell at her feet

was the scout then borne upon the wind
or laid within the hollow?
did she pass with joyful tears
or with those of sorrow?

the scout was not borne on the wind
nor yet within the hollow
but with a small smile on her lips
she went where none can follow

oh but there is a whispering wind
when the heather blooms
two voices can be heard to sing
between the sphagnum and the moon

two faint voices, riding close
upon the yellow broom
quick as gone as they had come
between the sphagnum and the moon

- the reverent marigold lyrics

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