Pat and I

Pat and I were children then
Runnin’ wild like colts at play
Racin’ down in the morning air
Fresh and clear as the morning dew
On a wildwood rose, were overgrown
By the old round house of stone

Through the leaves the path we’d crawl
Clearing every thorn away
Clean our house
Sweep the floor
Replace the rose of yesterday
The warbler’s tune would fill the room
By the old round house of stone

Beams of light like candles lit
Stained the den a gelden green
Huddled close we spoke of life
Whisperin’ tongues of the Cherokee
Pat would tell, of witch’s spells
Cast on the old round house of stone

Our hopes went down with the setting sun
Floods had come and washed it all away
Still my mind takes me there
Fresh and clear as the morning dew
On a wildwood rose, were overgrown
By the old round house of stone

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