The Fool

This is a tale from so long ago
Forgotten by all but the wind

"I'll be good to you", she recalls
He stayed awhile but come one dawn
Nowhere was he found
Still each everyday, she only waits
Her love grows like a flame

The nightingales sang
"Dear, she is such a fool!"
He's left for good, for a lovely youth
But this she never knew

And with the years, she'd withered and faded
But his shadow never crest thе hill
“I'll be good to you” he'd said

She nеver spoke, but sometimes
She'd look to the distance for hours
Then she'd go home, but by now
Her love is a sea of fire

The nightingales sang
"Love, eternal love!
Only she knows, but truer than the sun
Love, eternal love!"