Searching and searching,
Through dark waters and clinging mist,
The green fields call out my name,
Over and over through the rain…

And I am here now, here now,
On this plain, in this valley, on the sloping emerald hills…
I am here now, here now, with you my love,
Don’t turn me away.

The fiddle dances in his hands,
My soul whistles high and low,
Around and around, spinning in the rain…
My heart breaking, always breaking when we are apart.

I am here now, here now,
On this plain, in this valley, on the sloping emerald hills…
I am here now, here now, with you my love,
Don’t, please don’t, turn me away.

So I will walk the fields alone then,
All alone with my tears,
With the memories of another time,
A courage I still know, if you could only see it so…
A life given for sacred secrets, a love that was yours…

But I am here now, with you again…
I am here now, here now, with you my love…
Please don’t turn me away.

Dena L Moore
March 25, 2005