Her beauty mellowed the muse of keys
Each eye riveted from the bounty of thieves
Every man bowed his gun from her celeste gaze
Bewitched by the bìtch with hair of golden maize
In days where her arm was something to be feared
When each breath promised last and rightfully revered
Soon words became weapons and death did not differ
With echoes of pyre and lead forever with her
Though soon she forgot the mercy not upheld
As days no longer cared for what each hour held

The white woods walk
About the hills
To the lady of lure
Before the rills

Light gently danced within the shade
As she laid upon the leafy glade

The river rolled beneath her feet
While birds sang clear behind the leaves
Upon her crown the sun lay bare
A garland sat in braided weaves

As she rose the wind etched by
And left the hills with a silent sigh

She danced upon the waters edge
Upon leaves and flowers beneath her feet
Softly rippling with every step
With the water that brushed the wild wheat

Beneath the cold mountains of gray
And beechen woods that softly sway

Her sun weighed hair laced with gold
Fell with mantle through the ferns
And it is for her sweet loving gaze
That each known mortal yearns

The ring of iron songs
Like hammer and tongs
Speaks words of each page
With knowledge of every age