Written by Judy Pendell
The bride is writing love songs
The time of rejoicing is here
The fig tree puts forth her green figs
The sign that the bridegroom is near
The winter rain is over and gone
The softened soil brings forth bloom
The season of singing has come
The bride hears the call of the groom
Rise up my fair one, and come away
And you shall behold my glory
In the secret place, in the cleft of the rock
We shall sing to each other sweetly
The bride abides in the secret place
Nations rise against nations
Wars and rumors of war abound
And the earth cries out for salvation
The bride sings her songs to her bridegroom,
With the sweet cooing voice of a dove
"Return my lover and take me away"
For I am longing for love
The bride is writing love songs
The time of singing is here
The fig tree puts forth her green figs
The sign that the bridegroom is near.
The sign that the bridegroom is near.
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