When in dreams we do walk
Through thicket and through meadow
Through sea foam beaches and tidy hedgerows
While bagpipes whistle through the hills
Do I cry out your name once more?
Am I in your dream too, dancing on the moor?
Do you see my bonnie smile as I run up the road?
Do you miss your bright colleen?
Your woman-child with windblown tresses?
Do you walk through the crossroads where we first met?
Do the heather and the thistles still wind all around the sign there?
Where old women mutter curses against pixies
And old men drive donkeys laden with firewood and thatch
Where nervous tinkers mumble words of protection
And sacrifice the unfortunate chicken over the rocks piled there?
Do you remember the scarlet ribbon from my hair?
The one you tied there after making me swear to never leave you?
We watched it wave merrily on the crossroads sign
Giggling and kissing and twining heather in my hair
Before the long walk up the northbound road
Where you went north and I went east back toward the dawn
Did you find your fortune while you were gone?
When I spin I imagine that I am one ply and you the other
When I watch the spindle twirl and twirl and know
We will be together but only when in dreams we do walk