I thought I'd served her long enough lyrics

I thought I'd served her long enough,

and sat dejected and confused

despairing of the lady's love,

when something gave my hopes a boost.

You'll laugh at me (it seems so small,

more of a consolation prize)

for taking comfort there at all;

but I could feel my fortunes rise.

What cheered me was a blade of grass:

I measured out a stalk I'd plucked

(as children do to learn their luck)

and it said she'd offer me her grace.

Listen and judge if you think she might:

'She will, she won't, she will, she won't, she will.'

As much as I've tried it, it's come out right,

but you have to trust in the grass's skill.