My dearest; Do you hear, in the forest, church bells ringing?
Do you hear the harps and the choir singing?
Do you see the Lady with a child’s face and a woman’s heart?
Do you see her crying for her love that stands apart?
He is apart from her and she cries for him, he who loved her child’s smile.
Now He lingers, interest fading, unwilling to go the final mile.
Go to him. Talk to him. Help him see my dear,
how deeply the Lady loves him that he might hear,
the church bells ringing like the rain falling
and the choir singing like the wild birds calling.
Though the Lady may not be
the Lady he wants to see,
and her child’s smile of innocence
may be seen by him as ignorance
but it’s a woman’s heart he breaks, that loves him.
So go to her my Dearest,
the Lady in the forest.
She is weeping there for the love of you.
Tell her you care, For I know you do
and let the rain fall and the wild birds call
to the lovers in the forest.

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