The
Gentle Maiden, Clara K
It
was years and years ago…
In
this land of the free…
A
sweet girl that you may know…
A
maiden called Clara K…
For
her at 18 there was only one thought…
To
be loved and love onward from that birthday…
I
was young and inexperienced,
And
she was an innocent spirit…
In
this land of the free…
We
were entrenched in our love for each other…
This
girl called Clara K and me…
And
for a time not long ago…
A
cloud did gather over her…
My
beautiful Clara K….
Thoughts
within my heart began to stir…
In
that week beset by sickness…
Our
love grew stronger, as I watched over her…
In
this land of the free…
This
wonderful soul, called Clara K, to me…
Near
approaching evening came,
She
finally went to sleep…
Angels
came and took her on a heavenly journey…
For
now, I can only weep my darling,
My
life, My beautiful bride, My wife…
As
night closes in on me…
I
feel the emptiness of a lonely bed…
More
like the tomb of the dead…
Each
time now I go to bed…
Once
I slept so sound…
Now
I toss and turn, push the covers off…
Please
wait for me, Sweet Clara K…
Soon,
I will leave this land of the free…
Instead,
join you, leave this empty bed…
Then
again, it will be just you and me…
Kool
dude
