Albert Martin


Mysterious Walking And Dancing Lady


Them both bare feet
Along the narrow path they walk
There's in it a sublime thing
Whose magic starts the restless thinking

There's nothing left to speak
Nothing at all about to talk
Heady rags of haze to my mind she brings
She's able to make you think that you've been drinking

Look how she dances
Her toes like diamond pearls they shine
As she dances barefoot

If you walk across the plain and the ranches
Your eyes will never find
Younger and stronger and colder blood

Many a man had tried her love
Some lay underground all alone
Some of them hang from tough branches
How strong her hands, how cold her blood

I'm tired of sitting here all alone
I'm gonna go and make her of my own
But are they gonna be fruitful? - my chances -
Or is she gonna leave me there laying trembling neath the flood?

Submitted: Thursday, June 05, 2014

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