The moon Was a-waning

歌詞

The moon was a-waning, the tempest was over Fair was the maiden, and fond was the lover But the snow was so deep that his heart it grew weary And he sunk down to sleep in the moorland so dreary Soft was the bed she had made for her lover White were the sheets and embroidered the cover But his sheets are more white and his canopy grander And sounder he sleeps where the hill foxes wander Alas, pretty maiden, what sorrows attend you I see you sit shivering with lights at your window But long may you wait ere your arms shall enclose him For still, still he lies with a wreath on his bosom How painful the task the sad tidings to tell you An orphan you were ere this misery befell you And far in yon wild where the dead-tapers hover So cold, cold and wan lies the corpse of your lover