Fine Lady

A view from a room windows loom
Summer months long gone gloom
Dark misty morning breaks at last
Quite, stillness trees asleep blast

Car’s, people doing their fast thing
Dreams of what could be-never ring
Dreary day’s so short, long for spring
Alas fair maiden ‘twas never to be

My heart be broken never knowing thee
Tis for a short time thy image do see
Farewell sweet gorgeous fine lady
Could you have been that lady from
Coventry, who rides a fine horse
Plays fine music wherever she go’s

Glass of white wine purple just fine
Gold rings, bracelets could be mine
Even one’s hair golden not fare
Smile of an angle see her wings
Such a fine steed, yes she rides
Away, away good bye, lets fly.