Lenten Lands

My love is gone away in Lenten lands
Gone far away and clean forsaken me
And will she perish in those desert sands
Or will she turn again and come to me

I brought her out of Egypt in my youth
She clung to me when we were on the run
She tires of freedom now she tires of truth
And seeks for something new under the sun

The time of year has come when all things turn
The sun returns to warm the wintry earth
The land revives, the plants and seedlings yearn
Toward their rich beginnings and their birth

Will she turn? O will she turn again?
I hold my arms out wide upon the tree
And will she see me yearn to her through pain
And turn again, and turn again to me?

The time of year has come when all things turn
The sun returns to warm the wintery earth
The land revives, the plants and seedlings yearn
Toward their rich beginnings and their birth

The grapes are swelling on the fruitful vine
The figs are ripe and low upon the bow
I break the bread for her and pour the wine
And all I am is turned towards her now

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