Eve was a lovely lady
Lived in a lovely garden
Where all the trees grew tall and straight
To live there was no burden
It was a lovely garden there
All dark and sweet the soil
Oh I would walk in that garden there
But i am cursed to toil
Because of Eve
Eve had a husband Adam
They loved to play together
When they had done their gardening
So lovely was the weather:
Oh it was a lovely garden there
All green and sweet the leaves
Oh i would walk in that garden there
But i am doomed to grieve
Because of Eve
Of all that garden full of trees
Eve might enjoy the fruit so sweet
Save one tree only -- of that tree
God said, she must not eat.
So ripe and round that fruit did seem
So tempting-sweet and tart
And when the serpent sang its praise
Eve felt it stroke her heart
If i could taste that fruit, she said
And know that full round love
Would i not be like God? she said?
Would that not be enough?
Oh it was a lovely garden there
All dark and sweet its soil
Oh i would walk in that garden there
But i am cursed to toil
Because of Eve
The snake was just the messenger --
It was her heart that sinned
Oh Eve would be God to her self
And worship what was in
Or like her self
Oh it was a lovely garden there
All green and sweet the leaves
Oh i would walk in that garden there
But i am doomed to grieve
Because of Eve
So ripe and round that fruit did seem
So tempting-sweet and tart
The lady bit the fruit -- the taste
Was bitter: her own heart,
Her own dark heart.
Oh it was a lovely garden there
All green and sweet its leaves
Oh i dream of that garden there
But i am bound to grieve
Because of Eve
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BALLAD: traditionally written in 4line stanzas, it is "a poem that tells an exciting story." Definitely more interesting when sung to a tune ... right?
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ReplyDeleteSCHOOL STORY. (an old one...)
ReplyDeleteJenny sits beside you in history class.
She always rushes in, late, out of breath.
Slings her pink backpack under the desk
And she never seems to see you sitting there
(She never seems to see you).
Sitting there in your black tshirt
Your hair hanging tangled in your eyes
Look at Jenny and close your eyes:
She's never going to see you.
Jenny wears her hair in an Alice band
The teacher lectures -- she twists her hands
Bites her nails into raggedy ends
And she never seems to see you sitting there
(She never seems to see you).
Sitting there with your felt-tip pens
Your notebook full of dreams and lies:
Look at Jenny. Close your eyes.
She's never going to see you.
Jenny's smooth and slim - a tulip-stem
She bites her nails into raggedy ends
While Dr. _ talks she texts her six best friends
And she still doesn't see you sitting there
(She just won't see you).
Sitting there, skin stained black with ink
Your soul washed white with sighs
Look at Jenny and close your eyes:
She's never going to see you.
Jenny comes in and you get that feeling
You say "hi" and she smiles. You feel like a million.
But she looks on past you - at handsome Dillon.
She just doesn't see you sitting there.
She never seems to see you.
Look at Jenny and close your eyes.
Don't cry, little girl: just close your eyes.
Don't cry, little girl: just close your eyes.
She's never going to see you.
She's never going to see you.