The Squire's son, he was passing by.
Is he not a little like you to my eye?
Like you he's tall and his hands are strong.
And he looked at me as I was walking on.
For I, still have needs.
For I, still have needs, am I not flesh and blood?
Still have needs.
For I, still have needs, oh I am still so young.
On this path, through the trees.
Lost in my memories.
Through deeper woods, you and I.
Secretly used to lie.
Almost though you're here.
I am not alone now, I spin around.
He is standing there, I cannot make a sound.
His arms around me, I know that I will fight.
As the shadows of the day become the night.
For I, still have needs.
For I, still have needs, am I not flesh and blood?
Still have needs.
For I, still have needs, oh I am still so young.
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