No one had taken notice of her smile No one had spotted her tears No one had deemed her good or vile No one had calmed her fears But she brought
Whilst his mother's womb contained the growing Baal Even then the sky was waiting quiet and pale Naked, young, immensely marvelous Like Baal loved it,
white spruce forest swaying By the rhythm of the wind I stare with sweet melancholy Its snowy pride and green beauty Crust of snow reflect in blue Pale
