Drawing water from the wellAnd spilling over on the grass.Walking home my heart

Drawing water from the wellAnd spilling over on the grass.Walking home my heart is filled with pain. You go your way, my love. And as I wander through the trees I’m picking up the windy leaves, I wonder where you may be sleeping now. You go your way, my love,And may the west wind speed your travelsAnd the sun be on your hair. And make believe I’m with youAll over there, my love,You go your way, my love, Friends and strangers bring stories When asked where you might be. Magic stories they have brought to me. You go your way, my love, And as I sit mending clothes That you will never ever wear, Looking daily for you I do prepare. You go your way, my love,Pre-Raphaelite,,Masterpiece, best quality,,Rubric Maxim,Pre-Raphaelite, Rubric Maxim,clear line, highquality, best quality, Masterpeace,,sharp focus, perfect hands, perfect face, perfect eyes, perfect light, dynamic light, natural light