My love is petals and dew
The erthe, the wildness too
For a fonder man, there is none
Who admires her like the sun
Shining down so she may glow
But maid stood alone
In the trees, ovegrown
And she pondered the plight
Of the rose
She drank the dew from the rose
(I drank the dew of the rose)
I envy the one that she chose
(His stare and longing did grow)
Then she offered me a sip
But I dare not touch my lip
Where the serpent's tongue hath coiled
For a man she desires
And indeed one she would have
If I should but meet
Her gaze
A man like you I've never known
(Her worlds a womanly moan)
So lonely he must remain alone
(Her dress so perfectly sewn)
If you'd come away with me
(We shall never lonely be)
What a travesty it would be
(Have you never felt the touch)
If your eyes should fondly meet
(Of a maid politely struck
By a man so handsome as you?)
Come away, silly man
(No,no)
'Tis a green and pleasant land this cannot be
(That awaits us through the trees)
She has led me through the trees
The erthe, she whimpers neath my feet
Her tears, they beg me not to leave
Althought sadder tales have been told
None so truthful
Or so old
And his main
And his maid
Gladly joined
