There once was a lad
A good lad, a fine lad
There once was a lad
Whose name is unknown
There once was a lad
A bright lad, a smart lad
Who said to his ma
The world I must roam
And they say that his skin was green
And they say he was as tall as the trees
And they say that his voice was like mountains colliding
But what do we know?
It is true that his skin was green in the Spring
And in Autumn as dark as the bark of an evergreen tree
And his voice is like wind through the willows
And where ere he walked
The world took on color
And where ere he went
The flowers took hold
When his feet hit the ground
The grass burst up from the earth
And where ere he tread
The green things would grow
And they say that he turns the leaves
And they say he brings all nature sweet dreams
And they say that he knows every tree in the forest
But where does he go
When it starts to snow?
It is true when the world is covered in white
He will wander among us to learn of our strange walled-in ways
For in winter he looks like the Northmen
So you'd never know
Thursday, November 26, 2015
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