Marigold rise like the sun
bright and cold
up to noon
Marigold rise like the moon
pale and old
with no one
Marigold, promise me you’ll never tell to her
what I told
She’ll make you a good woman, good woman
she’ll make you a good man, good old man
But while your dreaming is only seeming
then she’ll take you and she’ll wake you
and she’ll make you a good man
but only if she’ll make you a good woman, good woman
She must be for you
but only if she’ll make you a good woman
Colors in her eyes are not hard to understand, understand
the stars in her skies are from a yet untroubled land, troubled land
but she said time flies like an arrow if you can, if you can
Her time is come for you
But while your dreaming is only seeming
that she’ll take you and she’ll wake you
and she’ll make you a good man
Midnight on the sundial, slower than a mile
You can dream it, but while your dreaming is only seeming
then she’ll take you and she’ll wake you
and she’ll make you a good man
You think that her time is come
you think that her ways have won and her time is come
you think that her deed is done and her race is run and her time is
Midnight on the sundial . . .
Her time is come for you
But only if she’ll make you a good woman, good woman
but only if she’ll make you a good man, good old man
Copyright © 1998 Tom Ross, www.mijazi.com