Loneliness how could it come to this,

Even the flies have wife's,

Lonely nights on an empty pillow,

Hearing nothing but the sound of an empty willow,

Down the well my true love fell,

Hitting her head off the cheating bell,

A knight I stand with sword in hand,

Ready to protect a true woman's hand,

For us to be honest and fair and bear the pain,

Together forever to build a light,

So full of love and pure delight,

That no pain shall ever block our,


Light.