Show THE LONELY RUNTERS I Green branches green branches I see you I I beckon 1 follow Sweet is the place you guard there is no rowantree hollow I i There he lies in the darkness under the frail white flowers I Heedless at last in the silence of these sweet midsummer hours But sweeter it may be the moss wherDon I he is sleeping now And sweeter the fragrant flowers that may crown his moonwhite brow I And sweeter the shady place deep in Eden hollow I Wherein he dreams I am with him and dreaming whispers Follow I Green wind from the greengold branches what is the song you bring What are all sings I for me now who no 1 mora care to sing j Deep in the heart of summer sweet is i life to me still But my heart is a lonely hunter that I hunts on a lonely hill Green is that hill and lonely set far in a shadowy place White is the hunters quarry a lostloved human face 0 hunting heart shall you find it with nrrow of failing breath Led oer a green hill lonely by the shadowy shad-owy hound of Death I Green branches green branches you sing I I of a sorrow olden But now It is midsummer weather earth young nn ripe golden Here I stand and I wait here In the rowantree hollow But never a green leaf whispers Follow Fol-low oh Follow Follow O never a green leaf whispers where the I greengold branches swing O never a song I hear now where one was wont to sing Here in the heart of Summer sweet is t life to me still But my heart is a lonely hunter that hunts on a lonely hill Fiona Macleod in The Hillsof Dream I |