Overcome With Longing For A Girl

Sweet girl, sweet voiced, far more sweet sounding than a lyre,

Golder than gold,

Weave, weave the violets in your heart by light of dim fire.

Your silver tongue I so admire,

For every time you speak my love grows sevenfold,

Sweet girl, sweet voiced, far more sweet sounding than a lyre

Your secrets you whispered, when you would tire,

My lips never told.

Weave, weave the violets in your heart by light of dim fire.

My affections for you all seem to misfire,

Drunk off your image, too much like marigold

Sweet girl, sweet voiced, far more sweet sounding than a lyre,

Your feelings for me all wrapped in barbed-wire,

Would you leave me for dead, all out in the cold?

Weave, weave the violets in your heart by light of dim fire.

Your voice in my head, far louder than gunfire

I should speak now, be brave, before the fear takes hold.

Sweet girl, sweet voiced, far more sweet sounding than a lyre,

Weave, weave the violets in your heart by light of dim fire.