I The Wilder woman, came down from the hills and camped in the pond, that sits mirror still Spoke to the clawed, and the beaked and the billed And rejoiced, for her life was fine I Out from the city, came a sensual man, Sent out from the temple to act on a plan The queen of the city, took with forceful hands Any she wanted, to share of her wine II So the harlot, he stopped, and drank from the pool His throat clicked and locked, to feel the barb cruel The wilder woman, held out to his neck But he won out her mercy, and asked her direct III Lie with me woman, and put down your spear Let me take your sorrows, and heartbreak, and fears Take of my spirit, take all that you need My body is here, to follow your lead I After seven, and seven, vivid nights that they laid, The wilder woman grew newly afraid, The beasts now were fearful, of her touch and her gaze And she wept, at what she had lost I The man saw her tears, and softened the pain He pulled out the beetles, and moss from her mane He spoke of the city, and why he had came And he wept, at what it had cost II So through two more weeks, they mingled and talked Worked reeds into sandles, with smooth river rocks Tanned hide of a lion, for girdle and cape And walked, close together, to the great gates III Come out, great queen, and fight a true foe Don't pilfer the husbands of your woman-folk I lost, to you humans, my tie to the land So come out, dear monarch, and die by my hand I And out came the queen, and in battle they clashed Ten seasons they grappled, and throttled, and lashed While they struggled, the city, trained enforcers unmatched By the time they collapsed, the queen was dethroned I After waking, both realized, just what they had gained Finding another, so strong and un-tamed They decided for glory, and the great city's fame To rove and bring great riches home II As they went on their journey, now etched in the stars The Harlot was mournful, and wandered afar And though his adventures, are less widely known He would tell of his lover, wherever he roamed III She came from the mountain, and sang like the birds A song of such beauty, few mortals have heard Though our cities will grow, to height yet unseen I mourn for the Wilderness, robbed of its Queen I / Dm F C Dm / F C G Dm / / Dm F C Dm / F CG Dm / II / F - Dm - / C - Dm - / F - Dm - / C - - CDm / - - - - / III / C - Dm - / G - Dm - / C - Dm - / G - - -Dm /- - - - /