A D A
All summer long she touched me
A D A
She gathered in my soul
D A
From many a thorn, from many a thicket
E D C#m Bm A
Her fingers like a weaver’s, quick and cool
C#m F#m C#m
And the light came from her body
F#m C#m
And the night went through her grace
D A
All summer long she touched me
E D C#m Bm A
And I knew her, I knew her face to face
And her dress was blue and silver
And her words were few and small
She is the vessel of the whole wide world
E D C#m Bm E A D A
Mistress, oh mistress of us all
Dear Lady, Queen of Solitude
I thank you with my heart
For keeping me so close to Thee
While so many, oh so many stood apart
And the light came from her body
And the night went through her grace
All summer long she touched me
I knew her, I knew her face to face
