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A Maiden Made Not of Clay
Lyric by Daniel Shkolnik
*(In the bible, it is said that human being was made of clay. )
Verse 1
I do remember
long ago, far away
I met a maiden made
of something other than clay
Then when the spring arrived
Seeds and rain, flowers became.
Winds blew the grasses ‘round
and bent them with dew.
Chorus 1
When the cold cut the air
my love danced on autumn leaves
with her golden jangling bangles
all a-ringing on her sleeves.
When the snow did arrive
our cheeks brushed beneath the furs.
Knowing that the war was soon to come
we were glad to be alive.
Verse 2
Peace comes on slowly
the fires of war, dying down.
The soldier is lonely
alone on dark ground.
Seasons have slipped off
where they go, I can’t know.
Memories visit me
from long, long ago:
Chorus 2
When the cold cut the air
my love danced on autumn leaves
with her golden jangling bangles
all a-ringing on her sleeves.
When the snow did arrive
our cheeks brushed beneath the furs.
Knowing that the war was soon to come
we were glad to be alive.
Chorus 3
I recall long ago
when we shared the same soul
running through the bursting flower beds
each morning.
Then came stars
Then came birds
Then came dawn without a word,
greeting each and every living thing
with blessings.
Ohhhhhh let go.
Memory is but a mockery
I tell thee.
Goooooo homeward
Loosening the strings upon my harp
I play it no more.
Loosening the strings upon my harp
I play it no more.
Loosening the strings upon my harp
I play it no more