Song

by Mar 2, 2004Poetry

The maid of the mountain
Shall weep tears for thee,
And all sorrow and saddness
Shall harken to me,
To weep o’er graveside,
All flowers shall die;
For here ho doth lie noe,
For here he doth lie.

And the river shall weep now,
In lament for thee,
Remember the people
Who once died for thee;
Become the great oak tree
In mist shroud of sea;
‘Twas fated to lie here,
‘Twas fated to be.

Yet all tears should end now,
And stars again shine;
Believe in all new life,
Believe in all time;
And the sword too shall wield,
Bright flame in the sky;
‘Twas fated to lie here,
‘Twas fated to die.

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