SOLDIER

Climbing through the meadows
the old moon softly glows
laying in the heather
the old growth forest knows
secrets of the passers
kept still under the snows
stories of disaster
a bloody river flows

Climbing through the meadow
the soldier holds his tears
crying out for his mother
to soften his fears

Laying in the tall grass
the maiden counts her sheep
at last
the soldier
is hers 
to keep