SpringtimeCall to me
As the leaves burst for freedom,
Fly to me
As a bird on the wing,
Run to me
As the sun starts to strengthen,
Come to me
On a whisper of spring.
Dance with me
On a hill dressed in moonlight,
Swim with me
In the wild open sea,
Ride with me
Through the white mists of morning,
Drink of me
And set yourself free.
From 'Mrs Darley's Pagan Whispers'
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