(Author's note: intended to be sung to the tune of 'Auld Lang Syne,' at least until I can think of an original melody.)
I met a maiden on the road,
She looked of foreign land,
And though it shook to feel her touch,
I offered her my hand.
She wore the moon upon her hair,
The stars shone in her eye.
I’d ne’er seen a thing so fair,
I wept to see her cry.
‘My home is lost, this land is far,
I beg your help,” said she,
And there unto my grave I swore
I’d her protector be.
She wandered o’er the hills and dells,
Her laugh made roses bloom.
I’d give my sword, my arm, my life,
Her frown would be my doom.
We sat beside untroubled streams,
She took my hand, and I
Was quiet as a winter morn
As she said her good-bye.
“But I would follow where you go,”
I cried — she’d not be moved.
No man, she said, she’d take with her
‘Til he his patience proved.
She went away as autumn came,
Her eyes all bright with tears.
She bid me well, and drew her cloak,
And left me standing here.
I see her in the moon and stars,
In water calm and clear.
And when the seasons turn again,
She’ll find me waiting here.
Oh, though my love’s gone far away,
I'll keep my vigil here.
