Plainsong

[Jun D]

In the plains, I wait for Father:
Father, Father; he never comes -
lost to the Swamp is my Father.

In the plains, I wait for Mother:
Mother, Mother; she never comes -
lost to the Swamp is my Mother.

My hair is my veil, dew like beads,
dawn's blush paints my cheeks;
in the plains, I wait: you never come.