A Plea

When Summer in the valley leaves And Winter blows with Autumn breeze Find me in the woods deep I linger, not for long In secrets dark my soul will sleep I sing the mountain song I feel the softness of her hair Her breath, so cool, so fair I hear the echo of her voice I long for her peace I have no choice The silence will not cease In the dark, deep woods I sleep My own secrets that I keep I cannot right my many wrongs No song in my heart is clear Specters surround me in throngs I die hand in hand with fear.