Hear me when I cry,

Listen to my song

The Jay, my lovely lady,

To the earth she did belong.



I can't trace her,

Lost her from my life,

But the manor lady's bright young son

Can take her for his wife.



Under the forest branches

She came to me,

Until the day she cried aloud

A father I should be.



That was the last time that we met,

I never saw her again,

For she took her life on Princeton Wharf

To save my worthy name.



She found Death's open arms

And lay in them in grace

I watched as icy fingers

Clawed her lovely face.



Now I stumble through the mist

To where they laid her in the grave,

And maybe I'll remember

The flowers for my days.



Far beyond the sand

I will take your hand,

The spirit of our love will live forever.

Far beyond the clouds

We will laugh aloud,

The spirit of our love will live again.