An everyday tale of normal country folk
An old man went walking one morning in May
a beautiful girl by his side
the fall of their feet on the cool of the ground
the pollen flew up in their stride
she was as bright as the day time
he was as dark as the night
in the spaces between them soft played the light
Up rides a young man on his horse bold and strong
His boots made of leather so fine
“Sir is that your daughter who walks by your side
for I'm wanting her to be mine”
“She is a women of her own name she'll come and she'll go as she please but I bet you your boots of leather so fine she´ll come home.”
'”l take your bet,” says the man on the horse
and he turns to the lady so fair “You will have gold and you will have jewels and a silver comb for your hair. Never again will you walk on the ground you will ride in a carrige and four Never you will want for more” Now up speaks the girl in a voice soft and clear “I´ve a fancy to answer your plea. The day being young just like you and myself and all of your treasures to see,
and if you still think in the morning, you'd like me to be your wife I´ll stay with you
for the rest of your life”
The old man sits down in the shade of a tree and watches them gallop away on a rusty old whistle the sadest of tunes he does play The gates of his castle stand open wide
and his merry men welcome them there
it seems not one word of his boasts were a lie
of lifes treasure he has more than his share
they ride oer his lands by his forests pools
til the sun it is heading to ground they slip from their horses to rest on the fairy mound
“I'll tell you young man” says the beautiful girl
sitting so close to his side “all of your gold your castles and land could not make me with you abide. There is just one thing Im wanting my old man cant give to me and that is the one thing that I will take from thee” Shes laid herself down on the sort fairy mound as the sun disapeard oe'r the ridge she's taken the lad in her lovely long arms he fell under the spell of her kiss as her teeth pierce the skin of his neck does he feel pleasure or pain from his young supple body every last drop of blood she does drained Now she´s taken his boots and she´s taken his horse and away o'er the hills she does ride
she hears now the whistle grown distent and thin
through the darkness its sound is her guide
she comes to her oldman laughing “Here´s the boots that you won in that bet” in her smile, not one trace of regret as her oldman rises to kiss her all signs of age fall away
reborn were the sweethearts that walked out the next day
A young man went walking one morning in May
a beautiful girl by his side
the fall of their feet on the cool of the ground
the pollen flew up in their stride
she is as bright as the day time
he is as dark as the night i
n the spaces between them
soft played the light
