Weeping willow woman
Ladled on the arm
Of the misty coast of Albany

With it's 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.