someone called me by my name
wandering through the moist green grass
someone tugged me on to an unknown far
cold hands tucked and collar raised
I walk on lost through the white walls
did someone call me by my name?
brushing past the dripping wet branches
someone tapped me on the shoulder
turning around in the cold damp breeze
a dew drop shower all over me
dint someone call me by my name?
there is a certain magic in my love
for the hill and the rolling woods
for slumber filled days spent by a brook
for the pleasures of the evanescent sun
in the whistling melodies of the winds
there is a certain magic in my love
for long lost days under open skies
for endless strolls on a mountain high
for staring endless
in my transient glittering sky of dreams
or did someone call me by my name?
