The Girl of the Fjiord

THE GIRL OF THE FJIORD The fjiord so blue and cold and deeper than all time can ever measure in a day there on the cliff she's stood, since time began just hoping that her lover finds his way she's cried ten thousand tears to let him know she'll watch for him no matter how the sky, and if the freezing north winds have to blow between the narrows of the cliffs she'd die her lamp is lighted every night for him but this night's bitter cold and made it's mark although her love is great, the light is dim and time has turned it to a tiny spark. her ancient bones have frozen to the cold but love kept her from ever dying old.