Child Of The Winter by Pentangle
Child of the winter snow's,
Born of the rising sun,
A pale new moon was fading fast,
As her life began.
You were the fruits of the season,
Laurel, Ivy and Mistletoe,
Evergreen and never fading,
When the cold wind blows.
Then with the changing tides,
The innocence of Spring,
Gently wrapped it's cloak around her
Warm and safe within,
You were the fruits of the season,
Watch the seeds begin to grow,
A murmur of forgotten feelings,
From the earth below.
Warm winds from the southern shores,
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