Henry Stewart & Michelle Rosenblum
Where have you been my wandering boy?
Oh where have you gone in this hour?
Will I see you in the morning on the edge of the plain.
Or waving to me from the bower.
Please pray for me with your heart beating slow.
Tell me of your most precious dreaming.
Do not forget what we had the winter long.
When it warms and the ice starts to flowing.
She came to me, a whisper and a dream.
She came to me when I was wanting.
We lay in the fields ‘fore the threshers took the wheat.
And we drank in the heat of the morning.
Born from the bark of the oak on the hill.
His eyes shone like the clear mountain water.
When he held me in his arms I knew that I was home.
I never would have want for another.
In the night where the moon sits like a sickle on the stars.
When the glow of the clouds trace the grass line.
Sometimes you can see them way up on the ridge.
Still dancing up a storm.
Though they’ve been gone so long
Like they belong in each other’s arms forever.