Prisoner #244565 will be released next
Friday and puts things in proper order.

I'm having walks in the rains this spring,
after the winds of March and the winter snows--
after all these years, I'm having walks this spring.

I'm having picnics on grass this summer;
after the winds and snows and walks in the rain
I'm taking a basket, barefoot down to the lake.

I'm having a woman of my own this fall,
after the rains of spring and walks to the lake--
after all these years, I'm having a woman, this fall.

She was a maid of the dairy

She was a maid of the dairy;
I ploughed the fields with a team of four.
I loved her in a field of hay;
she shuddered once and asked for more.

She was the keeper of the lambs;
I ploughed the fields with a team of four.
I loved her in a field of rye;
she shuddered twice and asked for more.

She was a wife with golden hair;
I brought her peaches and pears to eat.
I loved her one day under a tree;
she shuddered thrice and asked for more.

Now she is old and silver her hair;
I plough the fields with a team of four.
I love her once more on this cold autumn night;
I am dying, she says, I shall want, no more.