Believe

The scent of lavender and Rosemary In the hedgerows as I walk The fox disappearing so quickly Into the hollow caves of chalk. Within the old oak acre The trees reach up to meet the sky A humming bird providing magic for A little boys enquiring eye . Then I see her wild raven hair and those gleaming emerald eyes She beckons me with her finger To disobey would be unwise . Though she may be elderly I know she'll bring me luck So I carry her crockery To wash in the friars brook Then I fetch her water and I do not spill a drop I turn to leave as I was taught to She insists I stop . She takes my hand in her hand In silence she reads my palm I don't know how but I understand This lady means me no harm . Then she made a big mistake Her story did not make sense What does a child know of heartbreak Or its dreadful consequence . I was to remain faithful to my conviction and true love would find me I must not be swayed by contradiction The colour of lavender held my destiny . At home my grandma told me Gypsies were fantastic at reading sign That dear old lady Rosie Had just predicted mine . I have had so many heartaches As into a man I grew but forever love make no mistake I still believe in you.