Rainbows (Custance)/The Heart of a Child
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The Heart of a Child
Why was I given a child's wild heart?
I am tired of acting a woman's part,
And the world seems sordid and dull and coarse:
It was different in the days of play
When the soul was brave, and the heart was gay,
And one rode away to fairy land on a painted rocking horse.
I am tired of acting a woman's part,
And the world seems sordid and dull and coarse:
It was different in the days of play
When the soul was brave, and the heart was gay,
And one rode away to fairy land on a painted rocking horse.
My friend, you will never understand
How I dream of those rides to fairy land,
Of those long sweet rides in the firelit room;
When one started off with a leap and bound
On one's steed so quaintly caparisoned,
To the silvery sound of little bells that twinkled in the gloom.
How I dream of those rides to fairy land,
Of those long sweet rides in the firelit room;
When one started off with a leap and bound
On one's steed so quaintly caparisoned,
To the silvery sound of little bells that twinkled in the gloom.
My friend you are fair, and strong, and wise
With your sun-gold hair, and your brave blue eyes.
But why have you stolen my heart to-day?
For it is such a strange and wayward thing,
(And birds that are caged will not always sing)
And a child's heart, what should it know of love . . . it only cares for play.
With your sun-gold hair, and your brave blue eyes.
But why have you stolen my heart to-day?
For it is such a strange and wayward thing,
(And birds that are caged will not always sing)
And a child's heart, what should it know of love . . . it only cares for play.