Weeping willow woman 

Ladled on the arm 

Of the misty coast of Albany 

With its charm 

Pining pillar of the wild willows end 

Womanly waiting 

For your manly friend. 



A star 'bove the mire is her husbandly choice 

Locked in his tower 

By the enchanted voice 

Of the Starguard Rhina 

With his lips soiled with gold 

He dares to loiter 

Near our lady bold. 



Once a heart was made and cast 

In molten love 

But t'was in realms of the past.