I met her in a dream
A night, clear as a mountain stream
But our dreams are not our own
On the morning breezes they have flown
So come near
Sit and hear
And then rest by the fire
And come hear my song
The tale of a liar, a maiden's gone
The winter's cold, the night has come
And still the wind blows strong
And still the wind blows on
Glanced at me across the hall
She blushed, and let her eyes fall
And by the morrow she was gone
Left but echoes on the dawn
The night was long
The wind was strong
And we sat by the fire with song and wine
She sang with the choir, then she was mine
The maiden's fair, her smile divine
And still I missed her sigh
And she danced in the fire
By midnight clear
The song of the lyre, the song I fear
The maiden's fair, the cliff so near
And still her voice is here
And still her voice is near