The Lady's Gift

As if in a dream she approached me
Her beauty beyond all compare
Three melodies were her gift to me
My harp strung by her golden hair
The joys of life and wonders to come
The piercing pain of lost love.

The lady gave her gift to me
Those otherwordly melodies
That brought my maiden back to me
The river-elf's lost love.

On the water-throne she was sitting
My maiden was under his spell
By the river's side I was kneeling
The three melodies I did play
And my love come back to my arms
But I'll never be rid of his pain.

The lady gave her gift to me
Those otherwordly melodies
That brought my maiden back to me
The river-elf's lost love.

Out of the mist he appeared
So fair but so cold
Drowning in turbulent dreams
Her grief knowing no bounds.

The lady gave her gift to me
Those otherwordly melodies
That brought my maiden back to me
The river-elf's lost love.