MY WOMAN
I want my Woman before I die,
Her they stole from my arms with their Christian lie,—
I want my Woman before I die!
To feel her blood in my heart again,
On my lips the storm of her kisses rain;
Love-lusting, passionate, undefiled,
Ans'ring the cry and the call of the wild,—
I want my Woman before I die,
I want my Woman before I die!
I want my Woman before I die,
Her they stole from my arms with their Christian lie,—
I want my Woman before I die!
To see the flame in her cheeks arise,
And the fires of love in her glowing eyes;
I want her now as in the days of old
Ere the law was writ or the lie was told,—
I want my Woman before I die,
I want my Woman before I die!
I want my Woman before I die,
Her they stole from my arms with their Christian lie,—
I want my Woman before I die!
To hold her now as I held her then,
On the shore of the lake, in a forest glen,
Before the days of the primal curse,
By the laws that root in the universe,
Her they stole from my arms with their Christian lie,—
I want my Woman before I die,
I want my Woman before I die!
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