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..
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