I lay with my man , in the straw 'neath spring's blue sky,
We laughed and cuddled, I felt like a sparrow in flight,
I recall our bouncy hearts, beating the mind senseless,
When I had my head against his chest.
And that summer I walked over fresh grass,
The bull had given the cow a calf,
I felt life stir in my belly, as I sang of this wondrous plight,
I pondered on how we would go on, to be mother and wife.
With autumn my belly got swollen, 'neath my hand caressing,
the child in me becoming bolder, moving and kicking,
With man of mine, we thought on what it should be named,
something fitting for a noble spirit or the fresh skill in growing hands.
With winter I strayed near large fires, I lay on a bed lost on desire,
My man jesting, that the door need to be widened,
As I knew he was boasting of how many I'd bear,
The child would make it's approach soon, to brave this world so fair.
I lay with my child, on the straw 'neath spring's blue sky,
We laughed and cuddled, I felt like a sparrow in flight,
I recall our bouncing hearts, beating my mind senseless,
as my child rested against my chest.
