| Lyrics: | A great Lord came walking through the forest
one morning with a weapon in his hand;
Rich
was his castle, he lacked for nothing,
but killing was his plan;
When a white bird flew by
she fell from the sky,
nothing was found, only blood on the ground, she was
gone;
Cursing his fortune,
he turned to the forest to kill once again,
And
standing before him was a lovely young woman
with her hand hung in pain,
When he saw her
his eyes were filled with desire,
he said "I must have her, she must be mine,
she will be
mine..."
He offered her silver, he offered her gold,
but she threw it on the
ground,
He fell to his knees and he begged her,
"Oh please come with me,
what you
wish will be found;"
she said "Sire I'll go if you put up your bow,
and spare these
creatures, leave them in peace,
you have no need..."
But her words were lost in the
wind
His eyes were fixed on a queen,
And all he saw was a woman,
And all she was, was
a dream...
Oh oh...All he saw was a woman, and all she was,
was a dream...
He
took her and bound her with ropes tied around her,
to his castle he did ride;
In a wood
was a bower where stood an old tower,
and he threw her deep inside;
then the birds left
the sky, and a terrible cry,
brought thunder and lightning and rain falling down,
tears on
the ground...
All through the days on her face he would gaze,
for she was lovely as
the spring;
no word would she speak but "Leave them in peace",
and some sad lament she
would sing...
Oh one day by the door, at the window he saw
a single white feather lying on
the floor,
she was there no more...
Now that great Lord is dying,
his cold
heart is crying for the love of the girl;
for many and hour he has wept on the Tower
for
she meant more than the world;
and once in the sky, a white bird flew by,
he lifted his
hands and cried out in pain
"Come back again..."
But his words were lost in the
wind,
His castle was built upon sand,
And all he has is a memory,
And all he yearns
is her hand...
Ah Ah...All he has is the memory,
And all he yearns is her hand |
