A blue fire flutters

A blue fire flutters wildly now. Distant homelands fade from memory. For the first time, I sing of love. For the first time, shun my revelry. I was once an overgrown garden, Drawn to women and the drink too well. Weary now of dancing, drinking, Living life without a care to tell. If I could just gaze upon you, See the golden brown pools of your eyes, And with no love for what has been, Know you'd never leave me or say goodbye. Gentle step and figure slender. If your stubborn heart could only see How a ruffian knows loving, How submissive he can truly be. I would fall, ever forget taverns, Set aside my verses and my pen just to Softly touch your fingers and your Autumn-colored hair again. I would follow you forever through familiar Lands or strange frontiers. For the first time, I sing of love. For the first time, my wild ways disappear. I would follow you forever through familiar Lands or strange frontiers. For the first time, I sing of love. For the first time, my wild ways Disappear.