Ere the night falls
And the stars do awake
I will think of thee in elven halls,
And thy sound thy voice does make,
And how thy eyes do sparkle so,
And thy hair like water falls,
And I think of thee my love,
In the far off elven halls.
As this day does close
And the sun doth fade
I will think of thee in the hidden groves
Where only thee may tread,
And how thy sight does comfort me,
And I long for thyself here,
As the end sunlight does close
I will think of thee my love,
In that far off forest grove.
And as this sun above does wan,
And I lay down to sleep
The thought of being not with you
Shall make my lone heart weep.