Wednesday, April 11, 2007

The Wickerman-1973

WILLOW'S SONG
Heigh ho !
Who is there ?
No one but me, my dear.

Please come say,
How do ?

The things I'll give to you.

By stroke as gentle as a feather

Heigh ho !
I am here
Am I not young and fair ?

Please come say,
How do ?

The things I'll show to you.

Would you have a wond'rous sight
The midday sun at midnight ?
Fair maid,
white and red,
Comb you smooth and stroke your head

nai

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

Καλως Ηρθατε!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Το stray of hair μου θυμιζει εκεινη την ιστορια στα αγγλικα,με τη νεκροφιλη!κατα τ'αλλα ωραιο το ποιημα...;-)

Sia+Meza said...

pou sai marh?
den einai poihsis einai tragoudi. Paizei na sas to xa valei tote pou hrthate me th Sia spiti kai eidame th diestramenh kokkinoskoufitsa kai rixame ta xartia kai paiksame poianhs o gomenos kai hpiame mpures kai fagame popcorn(kai doritos nomizw)

Anonymous said...

egw thimamai ena-o theos na to kanei-tragoudi pou kratouse kati aiwnes kai eixe mono mousiki i opoia antexotan mono afou eixes piei!(kai den ennow poto)

Sia+Meza said...

Α εσυ λες την "κηδεια της σαρδελας"!!! Ηταν λιγο βαρια αληθεια.

Ποσο ηλιθιο ειναι να συζηταμε στα κομμεντ του μπλογκ?

Anonymous said...

Polu?

Sia+Meza said...

MHN TON LES PINOKIO!!!
xaxaxaxaxaxax

Anonymous said...

to kserw oti einai blog,alla etsi pws milame pire kai tin idiotita tou forum..chicken;-D

Sia+Meza said...

O chicken, my chicken!*anevainw sto thranio se endeiksh adarsias*