Ballad Of The Maiden End

Fair Maiden Alone How long must she travel On the path crooked and narrow All of which the suitors crossed None have shown the dear maiden Worthiness of her heart In the forest she lays Near the Crystal Lake, the sun in the noon sky Drowning her sorrow in the bright rays Leaves shade she from the heat of mid-day Winds whisper to her sweet songs Here her sparrow is at home At peace but alone