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She calls to me
In the virgin haze of the first morning's light, she sits at the mountain's base, and there calls to me. There in the mountain stream that braids through the rocks, and flows to the lake there she calls to me.
In a soft summer wind, she is there. My arms raised high, I let her caress me with a familiar touch. And yet it seems a lifetime, sense I felt this, there she calls to me.
In the Chickadees sweet song, in the Eagles mighty scream, and the Mourning Doves soft purr, she calls to me.
As a warm spring rain covers my body, I taste her
sweetness on my tongue, she calls to me. I lay my head upon her breast, and sigh. Her heart
sings to my spirit. I feel the warmth of her body, she calls to me.
With her skin on my face I catch her fragrance. A
smile crosses my lips, my pain has disappeared, as she calls to me.
She calls to me;
In the virgin haze of the first morning's light, she sits at the mountain's base, and there calls to me. There in the mountain stream that braids through the rocks, and flows to the lake there she calls to me.
In a soft summer wind, she is there. My arms raised high, I let her caress me with a familiar touch. And yet it seems a lifetime, sense I felt this, there she calls to me.
In the Chickadees sweet song, in the Eagles mighty scream, and the Mourning Doves soft purr, she calls to me.
As a warm spring rain covers my body, I taste her
sweetness on my tongue, she calls to me. I lay my head upon her breast, and sigh. Her heart
sings to my spirit. I feel the warmth of her body, she calls to me.
With her skin on my face I catch her fragrance. A
smile crosses my lips, my pain has disappeared, as she calls to me.
She calls to me;
