Where The Wild Waters Flow ©
Gordon Fjaelberg
Bridgend, Wales
1982
It firstly was: "Yay",
But then you told me: "Nay",
While now it's a case
Of: "Well, maybe";
You're just driving me
Up a koolabub tree,
Because you do answer
So vaguely.
My love it has grown,
I've not let it be known
How hard you're attempting
To starve it.
With fire so bright
And in wording of light
In private I'm tempted
To carve it.
There's somewhere I know
Where the wild waters flow
I cannot bear taking
My leave of;
The fact you denounce
All the love I pronounce
Is something
I cannot conceive of.
I'm just asking you
To return my love true,
And try not to so
Aggravate me.
Please don't turn away
At the things I must say;
I'm confident you do
Not hate me.
You've captured my heart
It is yours, every part,
While all that I'm asking
Is your one;
By denying me such
Though it may not seem much,
You're still leaving me
As the poor one.
There's somewhere I know
Where the wild waters flow
I cannot bear taking
My leave of;
The fact you denounce
All the love I pronounce
Is something
I cannot conceive of.
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