I will whisper to my pillow
and hope that i dream of you tonight
wont tell the wind...or branches of willow
or shout on the mountain height
you are not mine
you will not hear when my heart is whispering
you will not see it trembling and falling
but i miss you my knight
nights, and days, and cries after cries
but i only whisper to my pillow
wont tell the wind or branches of willow
in my dreams... i saw your bow and arrow
and gladly, its you that i follow
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