Old Fashioned Love

And even when my heart cries,
for blood from your soul, to come and come,
rescue!
and you dwell far,
birds know well the very road to their nests,
for mothers do feel

and when you fly
this heart of mine
never flies, bones
know and bones know
this heart in me!
no doubt love is shed!

Hurting and running, yeah we played!
ah, my soul, bears and squirrels!
hurting and running!
for me that game is love, for you
was just all game and all play!
how could i think of that!
only me and my birds know
how could i!
you were just a boy, and games old fashioned for you!
if only we were true birds!