The young man he had wandered many a mile and more Cross foreign lands and countless seas, to reach a distant shore Driven by the hope's he held implanted as they'd been Deep within the wickerwork of life's eternal dream
Though warm of flesh the heart was cold, no love had 'ere he known And look he must for one sweet maid to melt his heart of stone To feel upon his fevered brow the softness of her touch The closeness of her being near, his cry for love too much
And to an isle he came at last, a jewel upon the sea And landed on its glittered sands of sparkling diamante He wandered through a forest, each leaf of emerald shone And waterfalls of crystal gleam, reflections of he alone
And then, a vision seen, a pearl so bright and full of fire That took the shape of maidenhood, and filled his heart's desire Of golden hair and amber lips that parted with a smile And beckoned come you hither and lie with me a while
He knelt before the maiden and to her heart be sworn To worship at her alter, and kneel before her throne She looked upon her suitor, her smile had all but gone For 'ere his young heart melted, the maiden turned to stone