Rainy Tours

We were children walking together
Along the river Loire
Riding the breeze like flags untethered
Our love a roaring star

She came from the mountain tops
Capped with summer snow
And I a native of the swamp
Did in her sunshine glow

She was no tourangelle
But it's really just as well
If even for one day to know her mind
I'd suffer death and say it to be kind

And she to her mountain home
And me to my Normandy foam
Will go when May's tidings come
'Til rainy Tours is hidden 'neath my thumb

'Til I drown my tears in bitter rum