DELILAH -   ©1990 Rachel Page ® Socan, Canada

 

Delilah wore a blue bow

Woven in her golden hair

Her body in a long white gown

That floated on the stair

 

She'd fallen in the high wood

For a man from Aberdeen

Who spun her head 

with gentle words

And pretty poetry

 

He said "Lila will you

be my bride

For all eternity

For I am not a man unless

Delilah mine you'll be"

 

She lifted up her pretty head

And gazed into his eyes

Surrendered such a tender kiss

Like honey laced with wine

 

Still he kept wandering 

in the wood

And a maiden he did try

To spin her head 

with pretty words

Her lover killed him with a knife

 

The piper played a sad sad song

The day they were to wed

Delilah waited all night

Not knowing he was dead

 

Delilah wore a blue bow

Woven in her golden hair

Her body in a long white gown

That floated on the stair