Lady of the Brook

This was written as folklore for a novel I’m writing. It’s supposed to be a song.


The lady of the brook
Sees the moon—he creeps above,
Dancing on her surface.
O! what could it be but love?

The lady of the brook
Waits each night for his return,
Never knowing that for her
His heart will never yearn.

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