Hear me when I cry,
Listen to my song
The jay, my lovely lady,
To the earth she did belong.

I can’t trace her,
Lost her from my life,
But the manor lady’s bright young son
Can take her for his wife.

Under the forest branches
She came to me,
Until the day she cried aloud
A father I should be.

That was the last time that we met,
I never saw her again,
For she took her life on princeton wharf
To save my worthy name.

She found death’s open arms
And lay in them in grace
I watched as icy fingers
Clawed her lovely face.

Now I stumble through the mist
To where they laid her in the grave,
And maybe I’ll remember
The flowers for my days.

Far beyond the sand
I will take your hand,
The spirit of our love will live forever.
Far beyond the clouds
We will laugh aloud,
The spirit of our love will live again.