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Fairport Convention

Willow Creek

Over the brow she came low on a nut brown mare

She and the mare as one, just like the mane was her hair

Loud were the the hoof beats, hard beating just as one

Pounding past where I stood pounding the earth like a drum

I swear she called my name, just when I caught her eye

That's when she stole my heart as she went thundering by

Down to the water's edge, down where the willows weep

Pausing not one blink, over in one mighty leap

Up through the wooded slopes on then to stand and stare

Trying to catch a glimpse of the girl on the nut brown mare

Between the dappled leaps, swifter than any dart

Trying to mouth the words: "Hey, bring me back my heart"

Along the road they came, five of King George's men

Blood on their silver spurs tell us the way that she went

Down at the willow creek above the waters flow

Pointing away down stream, that was the way I saw her go

Off like the hounds of hell splashing along the stream

Pinching my very skin to know that it wasn't all a dream

Upon the highest ridge something caught my eye

The girl on the nut brown mare was waving to me against the sky

Hey bring me back my heart, how did she know my name?

Scrambling up the slope trying to reach her all in vain

Hey bring me back my heart, how did she know my name?

The girl on the nut brown mare, I'll never see her again