Wisdom Cometh With the Years

NOW I am young and credulous,My heart is quick to bleedAt courage in the tremulousSlow sprouting of a seed.Now I am young and sensitive,Man’s lack can stab me through;I own no stitch I would not giveTo him that asked me to.Now I am young and a fool for love,My blood goes mad to seeA brown girl pass me like a doveThat flies melodiously.Let me be lavish of my tears,And dream that false is true;Though wisdom cometh with the years,The barren days come, too.

NOW I am young and credulous,My heart is quick to bleedAt courage in the tremulousSlow sprouting of a seed.

NOW I am young and credulous,

My heart is quick to bleed

At courage in the tremulous

Slow sprouting of a seed.

Now I am young and sensitive,Man’s lack can stab me through;I own no stitch I would not giveTo him that asked me to.

Now I am young and sensitive,

Man’s lack can stab me through;

I own no stitch I would not give

To him that asked me to.

Now I am young and a fool for love,My blood goes mad to seeA brown girl pass me like a doveThat flies melodiously.

Now I am young and a fool for love,

My blood goes mad to see

A brown girl pass me like a dove

That flies melodiously.

Let me be lavish of my tears,And dream that false is true;Though wisdom cometh with the years,The barren days come, too.

Let me be lavish of my tears,

And dream that false is true;

Though wisdom cometh with the years,

The barren days come, too.

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