Her eyes were red, here dress was torn 

the wind blew on the hilltop 

She raised her head an wached with scorn 

the sky and felt her heart stop 

For though it was a pretty sight 

and should have brought her glee 

She cursed the sky of all her might 

and all because of me 



As she launched herself into mid air 

she must have seen below 

My fingers through your golden hair 

and granted us true love 



She stood beside my bed last night 

Her slender hand upon my chest 

The tears had washed all anger from her sight 

her heart had found its final rest 

She gently gazed with eyes so bright 

into my spirit's nest 

to tell me no one lost the fight 

though we both tried our best 



As she launched herself into mid air 

she must have seen below 

My fingers through your golden hair 

and granted us true love