Rami
A barefoot girl with a beautiful name,And the dirtiest feet of the day,
Came slipping into my heart last night,
Came slipping in to stay.
First in a sweatshirt and old blue jeans,
With a cowbell she had found,
With cowbell, jeans and dirty feet,
She swept me off the ground.
Next in a red dress,
Red linen she did say,
She smiled softly in the hall,
Then softly stole away.
I saw my barefoot girl that night,
In a dream I did,
Upon a golden throne I built ,
The soft to sleep I slid.
And when I saw her standing there,
When I saw her the following morn,
She was overflowing with love of life,
In pride of beauty born.
PVB 1964
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