Old heart one

Greensleeves 

I shall tell you a story of sorrow and woe 

A tale so old and very deprived of hope 

A long time ago In a house on a hill 

There was a young maiden 

She was very ill 

She had hair the color of gold

With flecks of red that shown under the suns bright rays 

Freckles danced across her cheeks 

Her skin was pale, ivory white 

Beautiful was she? 

I shall never truly know 

For my own eyes never graced her 

Although many have told 

How her beauty shook people 

And her kindness made her glow 

It was summer she went dancing 

Prancing through the trees 

The moon lit a path 

On her way down to the sea 

This maiden took a bath 

In the cold salty ocean 

She thought she felt free 

With every motion 

Visible to no one 

No one but he 

The gods above became jealous 

Of this women’s figure  

And because of her happiness 

Which made her  

light as a feather 

The young lady began to sing 

Her voice like a lark

A song that surely was meant to leave a mark, 

“Oh where, oh where can my lady be? 

For it seems a while

 That I have been searching, 

Away she went 

Into the mists  

I miss her so 

With my every breath 

I wish, I wish 

For one more chance 

To lay upon her a gentle kiss 

My love for her is a thousand years 

My love for her brings me to tears 

Away she went into the mists 

I wish, I wish, I wish” 

Moved by these words and the girls soprano tone 

The gods decided they would make it well known 

This girl was too precious for just any man to own

She had the voice of a nightingale 

They liked to hear her sing 

They hoped one day 

She would sprout wings 

Fly up to the heavens 

So her presence would bring 

The musical treasures 

That youth keeps 

Before a women shall bear a ring