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The wren is singing, high up in the tree
Come, lay your crown beside me on the ground
Come lie with me, my love, come lie with me
…
For every bloom on earth there is a bee
For every queen a green king to be crowned
The wren is singing high up in the tree
…
I wore a gown of bright embroidery
I wear my hair with heather flowers wound
Come lie with me, my love, come lie with me
…
I’m wanton, wild, alive with energy
I want you brought to me in oak leaves bound
The wren is singing high up in the tree
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Oh aye, what then, why then I set you free
Oh my, and we get dirty and profound
Come lie with me, my love, come lie with me
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You are my king. I shut my eyes and see
Your silhouette, with sunlight all around
I hear the wren sing, high up in the tree
Come lie with me, my love, come lie with me
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© Gail Foster 21st June 2018
