Alas, my love, I've done thee wrong
To cast off from thy empty land;
And here I wander, just a man,
Who knows naught but the open sea.
I've left thee barren, fruitless ground;
Thin and worn and hard to please.
I've quarried stone and felled thy trees,
And stolen water for my tea.
Under heaven's watchful eye
I vowed to stay through good and bad;
But though, my love, it makes me sad,
I've set to find the greener leaves.
Thou'st given all there was to give,
And I carry all there was to take;
With sighs of love thy branches shake,
A wordly love that has no key.
Alas, my love, I've done thee wrong,
To cast off from thy empty land;
And here I wander, just a man,
Swallowed by the endless sea. |
Submission Name: Green Leaves
