My Fallen Bride
By Sorrows
This isn’t a poem, but a Celtic song. The tempo is very quick and steady, with a cheerful air to it, although it doesn’t fit with the mood of the lyrics. Meant to be sung alongside a fiddle. My Fallen Bride There’s one thing I remember when I wake to each new day and that, love, is how pretty you were that evening gray Your cheeks were flushed with strawberry tint although the day was cold and on your shoulders there did rest fair locks of glistening gold A smile was on your lovely lips and through it all could see that even in the worst of times you still had smile for me So simple was your life before I don’t think you deserved to be exacted into things and voice for whom you served Battle never was your craft And you never did excel For ‘twas not but seven days Before in fight you fell Four seasons now it has been since you last drew a breath and still I sit beside your tomb and love you despite death Written April 21st, 2002 © on Apr 20 2002 04:16 PM PST 20 • 0 • 1
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"This isn’t a poem, but a Celtic song. The tempo is very quick and steady, with a cheerful air to it, although it doesn’t fit with the mood of the lyrics. Meant to be sung alongside a fiddle...."