She died. And he fell into slumber
Or the vast realms of revery -
Where the great springs they had together
Would last for all eternity.
She died. It was in cold December
With frozen flowers on her hair -
They say she couldn't stand the winter
That's when she drowned within despair.
Take my hand - for the night is dark
and rain falls down from frozen skies.
Keep me warm - for the storms are cold
That cast right down from frozen skies.
From frozen skies.
And now the waters of the river
They flow not onward to the sea -
Still they sigh one unto the other
In a strange tongue of misery.
And now they sit, locked in each other's
Embrace aside the river's bed -
And when he looks into the waters
He sometimes wishes he were dead.
