Weeping willow woman

Ladled on the arm

Of the misty coast of Albany

With its charm

Pining pillar of the wild willows end

Womanly waiting

For your manly friend.



A star 'bove the mire is her husbandly choice

Locked in his tower

By the enchanted voice

Of the Starguard Rhina

With his lips soiled with gold

He dares to loiter

Near our lady bold.



Once a heart was made and cast

In molten love

But t'was in realms of the past.