A self-penned song inspired by the colours of autumn, a white stag seen roaming Dorset recently and a plucky girl I know called Annie...
Annie went walking out one day
Where she was going - none could say
The rain did fall and the wind did blow
But it didn’t bother Annie as off she did go.
She walked for a mile and she walked for more
‘Til her legs were tired and her feet were
sore
She came to a forest both deep and old
Where the leaves there were turning green to gold.
Underneath the canopy of trees she did tread
Her boots were brown and her clothes all red
She came to a glade with light all around
There she saw a white stag - sleeping on the
ground.
Annie crept closer to the deer
She stroked his head and whispered in his ear
The stag then he sturted, and away he ran
With Annie chasing after; as fast as she can.
The path was steep and the way was narrow
The white stag was flying as fast as an arrow
Annie she followed but Annie she fell
She twisted her leg and hit her head as well.
She slept through the day and all through the
night
Into her dreams a young man came, all dressed
in white
He kissed her and he held her in his arms
And said: “Annie, will you ride with me?
You won’t come to harm.”
Through the green and golden forest those two
did ride
The white stag beneath and the red girl
astride
They rode ‘til they came to the edge of the
trees
And now Annie’s crying as she watches him
leave.
Annie went walking out one day
Where she went - she never would say
The rain did fall and the wind did blow
But it didn’t bother Annie where she did
go.
