In shadows 'neath the rock and stone, Where ash and oak have taken root, Where heavy leaves shut out the sun, I dream of days long since gone. As thou, I was once flesh and bone. My heart was broke with bitter grief. The sweetest dreams I once had known Have fallen like old withered leaves. They named me witch and devil's bride, A stain on all held pure and right. Hadst thou but seen the soul inside, Thou'dst known the sorrow and the plight. I loved once, so deep and pure— Undone by grief, undone by fear. A hunter came at morning rise, With heart of stone and steady hand. He saw my face, yet in his eyes, My pain — he would not understand. He spoke of death and duty sworn, With pious words and hollow fear. My blade fell swift with righteous scorn. I shed no tear as he lay there. They named me witch and devil's bride, A stain on all held pure and right. Hadst thou but seen the soul inside, Thou'dst known the sorrow and the plight. I loved once, so deep and pure— Undone by grief, undone by fear. The years fade on, leaf after leaf. I am but smoke in dreams gone cold. The world forgot my joy and grief: My home, my heart, my child — once held. Yet sometimes when the dusk falls slow, A maiden strays between the trees. Then hearken well, and I shall show My sorrow on the evening breeze. They named me witch and devil's bride, A stain on all held pure and right. Hadst thou but seen the soul inside, Thou'dst known the sorrow and the plight. I loved once, so deep and pure— Undone by grief, undone by fear. Then hearken well, and I shall show My sorrow on the evening breeze.
