Walsingham

from The Weight of Smoke by Edible Tent

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As you came from the Holy Land Of Walsingham,
Met you not with my true love by the way as you came?
She is neither white nor brown but as the heavens fair.
There is none hath a form so divine in the earth or the air.
I have loved her all my youth but now old, as you see,
Love likes not the falling fruit from the withered tree.

Know that Love is a careless child
And forgets promise past.
He is blind, he is deaf when he list,
And in faith never fast.
His desire is a dureless content
And a trustless joy.
He is won with a world of despair
And is lost with a toy.

But true love is a durable fire in the mind ever-burning,
Never sick, never old, never dead, from itself never turning.
From itself never turning, from itself never turning.

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from The Weight of Smoke, released January 3, 2022
Words: Raleigh. Music. Spafford. Piano/vocal: Spafford. Double bass: Dave Bowie Jnr.

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Edible Tent is the moniker for projects by Peter Spafford in collaboration with other artists. Peter Spafford is a writer and songwriter based in Leeds. He is also one half of Schwa.

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