the haloed moon hung in the sky
the woman cried and wondered why
her love had gone, gone far away
would he return, or her love betray
he'd speak to her of her lips so full
her sea green eyes, now shot with red
and now her heart was filled with dread
she dreamed of him, midst restless sleep
she'd given him her heart to keep
she'd never thought he the careless sort
to callously toss aside her love
but now he's gone, so far away
word once sent so often now gone astray
and her lone companion the ghostly moon
haloed in the cloudy sky and she asks
why, my love, oh why

The sky is clear the morn has come
the night is passed, her love still gone
yet still her love for him is strong
though silence has long held sway
she knows he thinks of her night and day
that if he could but find a way, word would come
her heart is heavy but her mind is clear
the man that she holds so dear, she knows
she knows, he would not stray
nor would he throw her heart away
time would pass, as time would do
he would return and their love renew

the seasons changed, summer turned fall
the coldness grew, the leaves tumbled all
she watched the west, where he had gone
and knew that now it would not be long
he wandered far and was long away
but with the snow she knew he'd come to stay
that in the frozen winter cold, she'd have her love
in her arms she would hold, and be held
and as the winter winds would howl she was sure
that he'd be there, to run his fingers through her hair
to press his lips hard against hers, warmth through the
frigid dark cold nights, it'd be worth all the wait

On the last day of fall, so cold no longer rain would drop
she watched the west for her loves return
a single snow flake fell from the sky, a tear matched it
from her eye, her eyes so blue just as the sea
and she wondered had he forgotten me
her heart, she thought would surely crack
frozen in the winters cold, when she heard someone approach
in her heart a spark did flare, was it him, was he there
she spun around, and ran up the path, not caring that
the branches slapped, and clung, she had to know
was her waiting done, was she now free from the loneliness
and would her lips once more know, the tender kiss
the heat that melts the snow, and so she ran, and soon will know