Mountain Boy

My Mountain Boy, wields a sword like a dove,

Carrying me on horseback into the set of the sun,

I’ve never felt safer that with you, My Love.

Just by holding your hand my war has been won.

My Mountain Boy, holds freedom in his eyes,

He promises of a life

Without missiles in the sky,

Years in the dark, I finally found the light in a shining star

within this everlasting strife.

My Mountain Boy, grows poppies from ash,

While leading me through the morrow on a primrose path,

Come what may, but please don’t be brash,

For if you choose to leave, I will not survive this aftermath.

So, iron out the wrinkles of my pain and throw on some fresh

corduroy,

While I welcome my smile back again, for my Green Moun-

tain Boy.