Beyond the Moors

ghost

 

Living beneath the hills, beyond the moors, I have become of age to wed

My father has chosen a bride groom just for me

He is a man of power of wealth, he owns an inn just beyond the moors, to this arrangement, in my heart rests any dread

I just can't wait to see what living beyond the moors, how it will be.

 

The day of the wedding arrives, my bride groom is very handsome, in my soul, I have no fear

I know a hefty dowry was given to my father for me

My new home is an inn and a tavern, a place for weary travelers, to stop and rest awhile, even stop just to have an ale, a beer

From this lovely place, beyond the moors, I don't wish to ever flee.

 

My husband is a good man, my father choose very well for me

I have grown to live him, we are even expecting our first child

From the my window, all there remains, are hills, for as far as the eye can see

Our child was born during the fall, I must say labor was anything but mild.

 

On a cold day, during the winter, a stranger appeared at the inn and her door

A boy from my village, brought me a message, one that tells my father is sick and going to die

Even though it is snowing, my village isn't very far, I must go to my father, my heart is breaking, I feel anguish to my very core

I must take the baby with me, but I think that will be alright, I think I see a break in the dark clouds, up in the sky.

 

In the hills, the more I walk in the blinding snow, it seems like an endless walk, confused now as to which way to go

The curtain of night is starting to fall, I should have been there by now, but I can't see beyond the pouring down snow

My baby cries, because I know he is cold, the weather not being  friend, but a much dreaded foe

I aimlessly walk, my heart breaking from the news of my father, and the wind continues to coldly blow.

 

Aimlessly wandering, I never find my way to my dying father, now my poor son, he starts to really cry

I find a small cave, I lay down with my child, as I try to get warm, I don't think I can take much more

I close my eyes to rest but it would be forever, me not knowing my son and I would also die

Dying unsatisfied, I don't know what else to do, but aimlessly wander, out here, beyond the moors.