The Lonesome Mourning Of Frijo Lyrics


A mother mourns the loss of her son. The most
wonderful man in

the world; light and shining, fair and beautiful
as no other man.

Light blond hair, wonderful skyblue eyes and a
skin so fair it

shines! Tall and handsome, strong and brave,
perfect in all his

being. Now he is dead! Silent. Alone. Watching
the lands and

others from a window up high in the clouds. Cold
of sorrow,

exhausted by grief; the very little remaining
life is fading

away. Too tired to move, too mournful to think of
anything else

then her dead son. The others are preparing the
defense of the

town, and her husband has left to find the
avenger for the

killing. Nobody thinks of her, nobody has any
time for her. She

is left alone, to mourn the death of her son.