I Am Not a Fickle Man
I am not a fickle man
I have thrilled at the bagpipe delicious songs
Sat alone where rivers ran
But never blew a pipe for throbbing throngs
If give you my heart, gain
All of me, a flower withers without root
The land is dust without rain
And love is barren without a reverence of the truth
Come, let us coverse, my dear
It is time to shed old leaves this time of year
And wipe the last dead drop of tear
It is time to solace and be solaced from my fear
I yield you all, this is grace
At evening to walk a little way and say today
Love was happy in your face
I am not a fickle man, if I come, please stay.
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