Wolfgate

Unkempt by the wind
By yon cherry tree
With pearl-spangled hair
I wait for Lee
My love is an oak
Whose languorous limbs
Explore my shadows
Dulled by the whirl
My vigil is low
My vigil is low
My vigil is low
Down by the old wolf gate
Grave eyes set wide
Clad in an astrakhan frock coat
For me Lee bide
My love has all charms
Penned in books wich quoth
Of Real Courtesy, Allegiance, solemn oath
My vigil is low
My vigil is low
My vigil is low
From the casement hark
The water trickle
Bleaching the skies
So earth can rekindle
Nestle unto me
Your breath do fade
Your warmth my voice remade
Unto your breast I sigh
Forever will I be night
Forever will I be night
Forever will I be night
Unkempt by the wind
By yon cherry tree
With pearl-spangled hair
I wait for Lee