Baskadia

I hid it while young was I And couldn't wait to get where was high I was always marvelled at his sight Till I couldn't see in the light I dare not look straight to his face But his memories was kept in a place A safe place where his memories shall never die And I couldn't stand to bid him goodbye But I met him in the greenest field And the feeling had grown wild to yield I'm always wishing to be his bride And he as a man has ceased my pride This is the riddle nature could not prove Secret love