Long ago and far away
I sat and rocked the day away
with Love so close it suckled me,
and Big-Eyed Love upon my knee.

And on my lap, I held the worth
of all the gold upon the earth
and there was none so rich as me
--when I held Love upon my knee.

Long ago and far away
I stopped and watched my Love at play.
He swung the sword of Lancelot.
She poured me tea, from a flowered pot.

And all the world was mine to view
where ancient things appeared as new
and there was none so full as me
--when Love played close beside my knee.

Long ago and far away
I paced and cried all the day.
Oh my Love, he's gone to war.
My sweet Love, the veil she wore.

And all the sorrow of the earth
came to rest upon my hearth
and there was none so lost as me
--when Love went bravely from my knee.

Now. Today. And in this Land.
Love sometimes takes me by the hand
and tells me tales of feats so bold,
my heart forgets I'm growing old.

Love is grown-up. Love is small.
And I, there in the mist of all
and still there's none so rich as me
--when I rock Love upon my knee.

Author: Lady Lou