Roan Dappled Mare

Is it strange to you I loved another man
Before I loved your father?
Would it be easier felt if I was born
Then you were born mere moments after?
I was a child as you are, my girl
And ill I knew of men
But love him I did best as I could
As I knew loving then

Then the wind comes
Then the wind

When I was only grass-hopping high
I had a roan dappled mare
Wherever I thought of riding to
She would take me there
I fed her on white sugar cubes
With grains so finely defined
Easily I costed love
In that time

But the wind came
Yes the wind

My father bequeathed me an acre land
So I took my beloved there
We sat sprinkled with orchard shade
And scoffed up the juiciest pears
I awaited each morn my receipts of love
Eager as a flower sun-born
Tail thudding hearth like a loyal dog
Eyes as damp as a fawn

But the wind comes
Still the wind

The scales remained all set askew
But he gave me no sugar cane
Just the same confusion every week
Trying to fight me again
So I took myself down to the river glen
And washed away my old mare
Then he wasn't sure how to love me no more
So used to seeing her there

Oh the wind comes
Yes the wind

Is it strange to you I loved another man
Before I loved your father?
Would it be easier felt if I was born
Then you were born mere moments after?
I was a girl as you are, my girl
And ill I knew of men
But love him I did best as I could
As I knew loving then