Post by Kelli on Sept 23, 2005 18:33:57 GMT -5
The wind blew softly throught the trees as the sorrowful song drifted over the land.
As I was a-walking one morning by chance;
I heard a maid making her moan,
I asked why she sighed, and she sadly replied
'Alas! I must live all alone, alone,
Alas! I must live all alone.'
I said, 'My fair maid, pray whence have you strayed?
And are you some distance from home?'
'My home,' replied she, 'is a burden to me,
For there I must live all alone, alone,
For there I must live all alone.
Kelli walked slowly on as she ran her hand lightly over the tree tunk. She slowly moved to the melody that the wind seemed to play as her words left her lips.
When I was eleven, sweethearts I had seven,
And then I would look upon none;
But now all in vain I must sigh and complain,
For my true love has left me alone, alone,
For my true love has left me alone.
Oh! come back from sea, my dear Johnny, to me,
And make me a bride of your own!
Or else for your sake my poor heart it will break,
And here I shall die all alone, alone,
And here I shall die all alone.
When her song was finished she sat at the nearest tree and leaned again the hard bark. She sighed and looked up at the sky, as the cloud;s tear drops fell as if they were crying for the song she sang.
OOC: here is the link to the words and music to the sing. www.contemplator.com/england/livalone.html
As I was a-walking one morning by chance;
I heard a maid making her moan,
I asked why she sighed, and she sadly replied
'Alas! I must live all alone, alone,
Alas! I must live all alone.'
I said, 'My fair maid, pray whence have you strayed?
And are you some distance from home?'
'My home,' replied she, 'is a burden to me,
For there I must live all alone, alone,
For there I must live all alone.
Kelli walked slowly on as she ran her hand lightly over the tree tunk. She slowly moved to the melody that the wind seemed to play as her words left her lips.
When I was eleven, sweethearts I had seven,
And then I would look upon none;
But now all in vain I must sigh and complain,
For my true love has left me alone, alone,
For my true love has left me alone.
Oh! come back from sea, my dear Johnny, to me,
And make me a bride of your own!
Or else for your sake my poor heart it will break,
And here I shall die all alone, alone,
And here I shall die all alone.
When her song was finished she sat at the nearest tree and leaned again the hard bark. She sighed and looked up at the sky, as the cloud;s tear drops fell as if they were crying for the song she sang.
OOC: here is the link to the words and music to the sing. www.contemplator.com/england/livalone.html
