By Wordley (R.H.)
Submitted by wordley
Date: 2002 Feb 25
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Oh dearest maid, pray sing to me, for many a keep have I seen
Not knowest I which stone-raised guardian is keeper to my queen
If thou hast heard me pass close by, let me hear your dulcet tones
All the miles that hath passed, and all I have heard is the winter wind's mournful moans
If thou knowest where my lady lies, please, I beg of thee
Show me the path that leads to the door, for I have the sweetest key
Love can open any door if love be locked inside,
Love can mend any wound, can erase all the nights you have cried
I hear you now, your sweetest song falls gently on my soul
And with you safely by my side this love will again be whole