Jessica Curry

A-roving we went, my true love and IAmongst the corn and the maize,When deawth leaned in with his sickle and clockAnd swept my true love away.I have followed the nightjar home to her bedI have followed the sound of her heart,Over field and valley I’ve counted them flyAnd the seventh is always apart.So a-roving I’

How long wilt thou forget me, O LORD?For ever?How long wilt thou hide thy face from me?How long shall I take counsel in my soul,having sorrow in my heart daily?How long shall mine enemy be exalted over me?Consider and hear me, O LORD my God;Lighten my eyes,Lighten my eyes,Lest I sleep the sleep of death. […