Woman in the Olive Groves 

Woman in the olive groves

What brings you here?

Woman in the olive groves

What brings you here?

Looking so royal in your flesh

In your bright coloured dress

Stood in the haze of the light

Peering outside from behind

The crooked branches that frame your 

soft and smooth curve in the night

Woman in the olive groves

Can you hear me?

Woman in the olive groves

Can you hear me?

Don’t be too free in your ways

Do you need to hide out today?

Don’t let the tan of your skin

Entice those good for nothings

Stealing the delicate scent of innocence

Left within

Woman in the olive groves

I can see you

Woman in the olive groves

I could be you

Had I no money to spare

It could me standing there 

I could be flaunting my skin

Not knowing where to begin

Along a lonely stretch of 

unhappiness beckoning  

Woman in the olive groves

Let the moon hear your prayers

Woman in the olive groves

Please ignore my stares

Please ignore my stares

Please ignore my stares

© Zara McFarlane 2012