Pierre Rausch - Annika

All the sun long, it was running, it was lovely, the hey
Fields high as the house, the tunes from the chimney
It was air and playing and lovely watery, it was love and air and playing
Fields high as the house, the tunes from the dim chimney
Glaze that the card rigged and played as lottery
Night-jars as dim as dust under the barn
Flying tents, adventure, brighter, lie merely, lie merely able
And the horses flashing into the dark
She said: father will go out with you to fish
And four weeks later, spoke his last wish
And know you say mamma is sick and it's a cold, I'm not dumb, just nine month old
And awake the farm like a wanderer white, the dew came back, cork on my shoulder bites
Her friends assembled, her friends ran errand for the foreign track event
For some time of the course of the day
It was all shining, it was Adam and maiden that found
That the sky gathered again and the sun grew round
Out of shimmering, the shimmering blue merely able
Out the whispers, whimpering, begging blue; first waiting, first pleading they were almost able
In the first, the spinning spools, the spin spool, the spell bound steed was walking warm
Can you fold my handkerchiefs, can you fold my handkerchief?
It is show and the night will start soon?
Refrain
That does not hurt, it's an afternoon

Pierre Rausch

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