The Lonesome Maid

Lonely and sad was the maiden fair walking alone in the evening air The scent of jasmine on the breeze did not her melancholy ease As nightingales heard her cries they saw the tears in her emerald eyes I have not a lover, cried the maid soon my youthful looks will fade Who will hold these soft white hands when at last the hour glass bends The gentleman moon heard her cries and dressed himself in his suit and tie He smiled down at the winsome maid weeping beneath in the forest glade Dry your eyes and come with me my dear sweet wife, you now shall be Your maids of honour shall be the stars I'll call upon my best friend Mars Now the love from the two is the soft moon glow that shines on down to the world below..