course, home again There they met her father And seven armed men. Let us fly, said the lady, I fear we shall be slain Take my hand, said the soldier,
bend my soul To a sordid role Victimized by bitter, bitter circumstance Alas for me, had I remained beside my lady mother My virtue had remained unstained Until my
I will believe Cast not your shadow on my eyes Open minds are lead astray With the hope for a brighter day Cast not your shadow on my heart A promise
