Another song by my mom, Carmel!

I know this isn't really myth or folklore as such, but my mom is a folk musician and she's very good at writing songs that sound older than they are

Last night I dreamed you were coming up the road,
in a sunset of gold and red.
An eaglet sat upon your shoulder
and in a small, sweet voice it said...

*We are weary of the travelling, we are weary of the road
And where are the stars that shone so bright
Before we walked alone

I bid you come to sit before the fire,
Offered my sweet mulled wine.
Wrapped eaglet in flame warmed linen
And bid ye rest for a time.

Through velvet night I reached for you,
Felt our blood pump in the cold air.
Felt your arm upon my pillow,
And your warm breath in my hair.

*We are weary of the travelling, we are weary of the road
And where are the stars that shone so bright
Before we walked alone

I woke alone at the edge of the night
To the call of the mourning dove
And I wondered for the hundreth time,
At the joy and the sadness of love.

*I am weary of the travelling, I am weary of the road.
And where are the stars that shone so bright,
Before I walked alone.

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