Oh My Dear Lady Jane,
Love Of Youth,
Kiss of the Moon
.Where have you gone
.Like Spring and Summer past.
Now in Winter cold and long
.Yet the memory of kiss to your sweet buds.
Still warms a Cold Heart on night's long watch
.Oh Lady Jane where do you sleep tonight.
TDK /The Druid King
(c) 2014 George King
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