Once I had a love;
So fine and fair.
Sunshine in her veins
And moonlight in her hair
She was wild as the night
And soft as the rain.
I took her from her home
With me to remain.
I lay my life at her feet,
Put my heart in her hands.
That sweet little girl
Of the wild north-lands.
I planned us a life
To live ‘til we were old.
But her eyes only grew heavy
And her heart it grew cold.
She said “I was born of the wind
And the rolling green hills.
My soul lives in the trees,
My heart is there still.”
“I cannot live with you
My life is not here.
I don’t love like you do,
I don’t love you, my dear.”
So I took her back to the hills
To the wild north-lands.
My heart lies there still
In her pretty white hands.
Once I had a love
So fine and fair
Sunshine in her veins
And moonlight in her hair.
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 6:21 PM UTC
Once I had a love;
So fine and fair.
Sunshine in her veins
And moonlight in her hair
She was wild as the night
And soft as the rain.
I took her from her home
With me to remain.
I lay my life at her feet,
Put my heart in her hands.
That sweet little girl
Of the wild north-lands.
I planned us a life
To live ‘til we were old.
But her eyes only grew heavy
And her heart it grew cold.
She said “I was born of the wind
And the rolling green hills.
My soul lives in the trees,
My heart is there still.”
“I cannot live with you
My life is not here.
I don’t love like you do,
I don’t love you, my dear.”
So I took her back to the hills
To the wild north-lands.
My heart lies there still
In her pretty white hands.
Once I had a love
So fine and fair
Sunshine in her veins
And moonlight in her hair.
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