By Toklas   blee@direct.ca
Date: 11 September 1999

The Ballad of Darlin'

He saw that she was sleeping
and he stroked her 'til she woke
When he whispered darlin'
she drowned with every look.

Darlin' Darlin,' he whispered in her trembling ear
and she turned to him and she slowly smiled
But she was a child, a child, a child
when he smoothed that forehead dear.

He called her darlin' and petted her long, bright hair
coaxing little kisses that felt so fair, so fair.
But he slipped away one morning
and she tore her falling hair.

Don't call me darlin' darlin,' she cried
Whisper no more to my heart, she said,
while she wept lonely on her lonely bed
She sighed, she sighed to the bright sun's flare.