Cover Version IV

The pupil is twelve, attractive, withdrawn In a midnight blue school uniform Lips just a little too full for her face Distant eyes full of space In her posture, no trace of coquette No defiance She fingers the frets looking forlorn Crossing her legs where her tights have been torn Starts as her mother comes into the room And the afternoon grows still And her mother feels a chill Shivers and buttons her coat I gently correct the curve of her back And open her book in the now-empty flat At the classical piece I've had her prepare And her arms are bare as she plays And I draw back behind her ear A few strands of hair gone astray She shows me her bracelet, the lesson is done I turn it around between finger and thumb We sit face to face and it seems to me that Her face is the face of a cat And touching the place where her breasts will be I press my hand flat She comes into my lap, I turn her around Her hands clasp my neck and her feet skim the ground Her skirt travels up under my palm But the pupil sits looking so calm As if listening to the distant sound Of a burglar alarm What happened next is hard to recall The guitar lesson left no traces at all Now, from afar, it seems to resemble A strange composition in oil Of a man, a guitar, and an innocent little girl

Submitted by NecroLord — Feb 14, 2026

Cold blows the wind to my true love And gently drops the rain I've never had but one true love And in green-wood he lies slain I'll do as much for my true love As any young girl may I'll sit and mourn all on his grave For twelve months and a day And when twelve months and a day was passed The ghost did rise and speak "Why sittest thou all on my grave And will not let me sleep?" (Cold blows the wind to my true love) (And gently drops the rain) "Go fetch me water from the desert" (Cold blows the wind to my true love) "And blood from out the stone Go fetch me milk from a fair maid's breast That young man never has known" "How oft on yonder grave, sweetheart Where we were want to walk The fairest flower that ever I saw Has withered to a stalk" (Cold blows the wind to my true love) (And gently drops the rain) "When will we meet again, sweetheart When shall we meet again?" "When the autumn leaves that fall from the trees Are green and spring up again"

Submitted by NecroLord — Feb 14, 2026