He found her wandering astray
She came to show him of her beauty
That many passersby don't see
Would you be taking in
Such frail-looking lady
The sadness of her lone display
Dressed in yellow fire burning
The corner dweller on the lane
Sorrow was her only feeling
For she could have no living shame
Take good care of time
To sow your own true seed
The summers end will bring your leaving
Then he journeyed for a long ways
She was never in his mind
Came he home to just a memory
For the lady she had died
Take good care of time
To sow your own true seed
The summers end will bring your leaving
In a garden of the southland He found her wandering astray She came to show him of her beauty That many passersby don't see Would you be taking in Such frail-looking lady The sadness of her lone display Dressed in yellow fire burning The corner dweller on the lane Sorrow was her only feeling For she could have no living shame Take good care of time To sow your own true seed The summers end will bring your leaving Then he journeyed for a long ways She was never in his mind Came he home to just a memory For the lady she had died Take good care of time To sow your own true seed The summers end will bring your leaving Explain Request ×
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