Her chestnut hair fell across her alabaster brow,
Even the smallest blemish to portray
.
Here we go gathering nuts in May; Nuts in may
That was the face I first saw ; and fell for instantly
Never again did I see such purity of perfection
Her beauty without measure ; beyond mere mortal’s inspection.
On a cold ; and frosty morning
Afterwards a traffic accident had scarred her
And scarred my alabaster love forever.
Nuts in May Nuts in May
Reminded me that only a fool
Would pursue that beauty’s demise
Who will you send to fetch her away,
Fetch her away, fetch her away?
She who so radiantly lit my sky
She who swayed seductively on the tennis net
She who I was too scared to try,
To ask to dance one dancing set.
Who will you send to fetch her away,
On a cold and frosty morning?
But left me in the crowds unnamed
Wills and Jack will fetch her away,
Fetch her away, fetch her away,
She asked me about botox
But her mutilation was beyond
A bunch of vials in a box
Despite my dreams ; beyond my feelings howeve deep and fond
Wills and Jack will fetch her away,
On a cold and frosty morning.
And my memory of her skipping on a rope
With a rhythmic clumsiness all her own
All too far away and beyond remotest hope
That thing so exquisite of beauty has flown.
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No more we’ll go gathering nuts in May;
On a cold and frosty morning
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