Ballad of the Hurting Girl

She walked into the garden,

She walked in secrecy.

She waited in her body

By the apple tree.

 

There is a light inside the stone

And light upon the tree.

The stars send down their messages

So helplessly.

 

And she has gone inside the stone

And she has gone inside the tree

And every night she cries forlorn

And oh her voice is hurting me.

 

For she has found the banking-house

And she has found the factory

And she has found where quiet men

Corrupt our liberty.

 

I wish the world were apple

With apples on the tree.

I wish we might go walking

Beneath the apple tree.

 

There is a light inside the stone

And light upon the tree;

The stars send down their messages

To helpless men like me.

 

And she has gone inside the stone

And she has gone inside the tree

And every night she cries forlorn

And oh her voice is hurting me.

 

 

Bill Manhire

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