[Old Sarge]

We could lie together in that tower,
o'er mist-enshrouded bower,
drinking in the scented flower,
holding, loving through the hour

Taking ease and each other,
'round the grounds, and then another
pass by scented dale to hover
over heart and hearth, like lovers.

[Soaring Feather]

In the heather
on the hill
running like children
free at will
wild and care free
just we two
butterflies are free
like dew
on gossamer wings
we set flight

Can you come fly with me
it's all I know
can you see
I take to flight because I can
and ride the wind with my man
no more terrors
of the night
in his arms I am alright