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the silent pool
(bainbridge/lawrence) 

There is a place so silent, it takes your breath away.
A pool so still where the Surrey Hills still bear witness to a day
A fine, warm summer’s evening, when a maiden came to bathe.
She heard a horse approaching and swam deeper in the lake,
And swam deeper in the lake.  

The rider was a stranger, dressed in royal finery,
He beckoned her to swim to him, crying, ‘Come, O come to me!’
The maiden was too frightened to swim to this prince so cruel
She turned away in silence, and swam deeper in the pool,
And swam deeper in the pool.

The rider’s eyes got angry. He cursed, ‘How, now, could this be?
This lowly worthless servant child, would dare to run from me!’
At first his horse was wary and reluctant to respond,
But with one swift crack to the back of its neck,
It swam deep into the pond,
It swam deep into the pond.

The girl, she started screaming, out into the woods beyond,
But with no one there to hear her, she sank deeper in the pond.
The water left her gasping, and filled her liquid skin
And growing gills where lungs once were
Her soul began to swim.
Yes, her soul began to swim.  

There is a place so silent, it takes your breath away
And the only sound you’ll ever know
Is the sound your heart has made.
Is the sound your heart has made.