Listen again

Listen again
Feel something.

                                                                                Monday morning - Peter, Paul and Mary
                                                                                Their voices resound faintly.




I sit alone in my mom's room,
I play some computer games,
And listen to music.

I find some favorite old folk songs,
I find my sweet song,
And listen it carefully.

**

"Early one morning,one morning in spring,
To hear the bird whistle the nightingales sing,
I met a fair maiden, who sweetly did sing,
"I'm going to be married next monday morning."

**

The sweet morning , the bird were singing,
The sky was soft blue,
And he met her.

Her voice lost in those valley's wind,
Her hair was some kind of gold,
He met her and he stared at her,
He couldn't let his eye off her.

In the air, the spring was coming.
In his eyes, there was only her.
A fair maiden, singing something,
Like a small angel suddenly appeared.

The yellow field, sparkling with sunlight,
The song of wind could be hear somewhere,
He heard his heart beating so fast,
It wanted to be with that fair girl.

She sang: "I'm going to be married next monday morning"

**

"How old are you, my fair young maid ?
Here in this valley, this valley's so green.
How old are you, my fair young maid ?
"I'm going to be sixteen next monday morning."

**

He couldn't be very gentle, he surprised.
This young girl was so very young,
This lovely girl would be someone's wife.
He asked her with his smallest voice.

He asked the question, man usually didn't,
The green valley was looking at them.
His soft voice ever touch her lightly.
She answered with a enigmatic smile,

"I'm going to be sixteen next monday morning."

He thought about some silly nonsense things,
He couldn't pick up some word immediately,
She, how lovely in the drops of golden sun,
Sixteen years old and going to be married.

He looked at her, not even winked,
She was brilliant like a morning star,
The beautiful view behind her melt,
She was the only beautiful thing existed.

**

"Well, sixteen years old is too young for to marry
So take my advise, five years longer to tarry
For marriage bring troubles and sorrows begin
So put off your wedding for monday morning."

**

He gave her an advise, so astounding!
He was older than her, much older,
His adult inside told him to do,
To told her what he thought about it.

Maybe he felt something missing inside,
He wanted her to be his friend,
Even just before her wedding day,
Even for some time, in some places.

At about twenty-one, life would change.
She would be some very beautiful woman,
She would have a very attractive smile,
She would be in love with him,
Maybe, ...

**

"You talk like a mad man, a man with no skill
Two years I've been waiting against my own will.
Now I'm determined to have my own way
And I'm going to be married next monday morning"

**

She looked at a strange guy calmly,
She answered him gently, she liked him.
She got lost in his ocean-blue eyes,
And his bright face smiling for something.

He looked like her brother, or uncle.
He had a warm and low voice,
He stared at her the very first time,
She answered in the same tone as him.

She didn't understand why he asked,
He was a stranger from somewhere far away,
He just met her for a couple of minute,
And he asked her some sensitive things.

But in the air the peaceful still,
And she was not scared of that man.
But he was weird really, and mad,
To talk like this to a young girl.

She had to live with those forbiddance,
She had to do things people want her to,
She, at that moment, wanted to be free,
She liked a white dove sailing across the sea.

She would not changed her mind,
She did wait for so long time.
Like an apple had already fall,
In the middle of the air and how could it stop ?

**

"And next monday morning, the bell they will ring.
My true love will buy me a gay gold ring,
Also he'll buy me a new pretty gone,
To wear at my wedding, next monday morning."

**

She flew into her last so long dream,
With white flowers, with pure white dress,
With pretty smile on everyone face,
And relatives surround clapped loudly.

And in her lovers arm she would be free,
She would be free like some wild flowers,
She would bloom in this very green valley,
And if she had to fade, she still had a green valley.

The church, the bell, the lilis,
She in the pretty gone wearing a ring,
The sun set light color ring,
The happiest ring, next monday morning.

**

"Next monday night, when I go to my bed,
And I turn round to the man that I've wed,
Around his middle my two arms I will fling,
And I wish to my soul it was monday morning."


And the happy ending, with some sorrow,
Some sadness floating in the air,
And she became a woman,
She waved good-bye to a fair maiden.

And her cute smile would turn to a polite smile,
To a stranger,
To a guy,
To someone listene to her song,

That monday morning is history,
So try to forget.




.:Sleepy Flower:.