Beloved from Mississippi Ganges by Ned Evett

Beloved let your eyes half close
Underneath these stars we chose
In a time when we as children grew
Souls bright so barely used
Steeds slowly coming in view
Dream with me in another world
We knew

Call it medieval grace
Call it faith
I’d walk a thousand miles to see your face
And the radiant sparkle in your eyes
That never seems to fade

A passing woman in a field of grain
Waves to lovers sneaking kisses again
And all the windmills on firm earth
Turn and change
But flame on flame
Deep under deep
Desires sword lays across my knees
When you look with love upon me

Like the great tide that turns the shifting shore
The seasons and sunsets have come and gone like before
My soul’s salvation in surrender tonight
Will you my love
Will you be my bride
Call it medieval grace

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