~The Dragon Flies' Lair VII~

January 8, 2004 | bentfeather, poets of The Dragon Flies' Lair

[snippy_about_it]

Hey, no blowing of blood vessels. Down boy!

[Colonel_Flagg]

LOL .. well, the whole objective is not to bleed for a person in my state.

[snippy_about_it]

Yes, please, no bleeding.

[Soaring Feather]

The token of our love shall be
a red stone shaped heart
he gave to me
I wear it round my neck
you see both night and day
he is with me

He placed it round my
long thin neck
one afternoon when we met
and he also promised me
forever his love I would be

This little heart of stone
is ours lasting through
the longest hours
when we are apart for years on years
and it is washed by many tears
there is no me, there is no he
a lovely twosome are we

bentfeather
01/27/04

[Colonel_Flagg]

I think I can do that. heehee!

[snippy_about_it]

Geez you're quick. Very pretty, thank you.

[SAMWolf]

Can’t you see
I love you
Please don’t break my heart in two
That’s not hard to do
’cause I don’t have a wooden heart
And if you say goodbye
Then I know that I would cry
Maybe I would die
’cause I don’t have a wooden heart
There’s no strings upon this love of mine
It was always you from the start
Treat me nice
Treat me good
Treat me like you really should
’cause I’m not made of wood
And I don’t have a wooden heart

Muss I denn, muss I denn
Zum stadtele hinaus
Stadtele hinaus
Und du, mein schat, bleibst hier?

There’s no strings upon this love of mine
It was always you from the start
Sei mir gut
Sei mir gut
Sei mir wie du wirklich sollst
Wie du wirklich sollst
’cause I don’t have a wooden heart

[Soaring Feather]

Thank you snippy, your piece is very lovely. It inspired me. :-)

[Soaring Feather]

Hey, Colonel you okay???? I think I see these thingys

:-) yes

[snippy_about_it]

Awwww. Cuz I don't have a wooden heart. I love it. I especially like the German verses. Thank you for the song Sam. ;-)

[Colonel_Flagg]

I'm fine, thanks. You two do lovely work!

[SAMWolf]

Muß i' denn, muß i' denn
Zum Städtele hinaus,
Städtele hinaus
Und du mein Schatz bleibst hier
Wenn i' komm', wenn i' komm',
Wenn i' wiederum, wiederum komm',
Kehr i' ei' mei' Schatz bei dir
Kann i' glei' net allweil bei dir sei'
Han' i' doch mei' Freud' an dir
Wenn i' komm', wenn i' komm',
Wenn i' wiederum, wiederum komm',
Kehr' i' ei' mei' Schatz bei dir.

Wenn du weinst, wenn du weinst,
Daß i' wandere muß,
Wandere muß,
Wie wenn d'Lieb jetzt wär vorbei
Sind au' drauß, sind au' drauß,
Der Mädele viel, Mädele viel
Lieber Schatz, i' bleib dir treu.


Denk du nett wenn i' a and're seh
No sei mei Lieb' vorbei
Sind au' drauß, sind au' drauß,
Der Mädele viel, Mädele viel
Lieber Schatz, i' bleib dir treu.
Übers Jahr, übers Jahr,
Wenn mer Träubele schneidt,
Träubele schneidt,
Stell i' hier mi' wiedrum ei'
Bin i' dann, bin i' dann,
Dei' Schätzele no', Schätzele no'
So soll die Hochzeit sei.
Übers Jahr do ischt mei' Zeit vorbei
Bin i' dann, bin i' dann,
Dei' Schätzele no', Schätzele no'
So soll die Hochzeit sei.

Actually the original German has nothing to do with a wooden heart.

Have to go, Have to go,
Have to leave this town,
Leave this town
And you, my dear, stay here.
When I'm back, when I'm back
When I'm back again, back again,
On your doorstep I'll appear.

Tho' I can't be with you all the time
My thoughts are with you, my dear
When I'm back, when I'm back
When I'm back again, back again,
On your doorstep I'll appear.

Don't you cry, don't you cry,
'cause I have to go,
Have to go,
As if our love was now gone.
Tho' out there, tho' out there
Are so many girls, many girls,
I'll stay true to you alone.

Don't think when I see another girl
My love for you, it will be gone.
Tho' out there, tho' out there
Are so many girls, many girls,
I'll stay true to you alone.


In a year, in a year,
With grapes ripe on the vine,
Ripe on the vine,
Then, again it's here I'll be.
If by then, if by then,
I am still your beau, still your beau
We will wed, my bride you'll be.

In a year my time, it will be done
And then it is your's I will be.
If by then, if by then,
I am still your beau, still your beau,
We will wed, my bride you'll be.

[snippy_about_it]

Thank you Sam. It's still very pretty even if the translation is different.

It's late for me so I'll say goodnight here.

[Soaring Feather]

Thank You Colonel. Snippy is becoming a very good poet.

[Soaring Feather]

Good night snippy, see you tomorrow.

[SAMWolf]

Good Night Snippy

[Colonel_Flagg]

There may be a response in here somewhere .. what say you?

[Soaring Feather]

Go for it Colonel, I'm here as long as you can hold out.

:-)

[Colonel_Flagg]

and he also promised me
forever his love I would be

My Promise
I will always remember the moment
Beneath October's gray sky
When she took from my hand a small present
Wrapped in white, and then she asked, "Why?"

"Darling, today is your birthday,"
I told her, now puffed up with pride
"And after the joy that we shared last night,
I want you to be my bride."

She opened the box and she kissed me
At the sight of what was inside
Diamonds and sapphires all in a row
My promise, where love does reside.

"Oh, sweetheart, it's lovely," she told me,
And she raised her left hand up to mine
I trembled as promise met true love's desire
And her love seemed to flow like sweet wine.

"With this ring, I thee wed," I then told her
And the smile on her face was sublime
After all we had shared it was natural
That a wedding should cap my love's rhyme.

But the ring that I gave her fared sadly
Love's promise was just not enough
To keep my life's love near, beside me
My companion when times got too tough.

Her perfect blue eyes now do wander
And my pain is more than I can bear
It stalks, the gray sky of October
Bringing winter to my sad heart's care.

I think of that ring, blue and shiny
With diamonds for children we'd share
But I'd change not a thing, for my promise
Stays with my life's lover, so fair.

[Soaring Feather]

OMG that is beautiful. I'll try to write a response, but I don't know that's good.