My Beautiful Bride

Out in the heather where the sun burns bright she swore

to love me the rest of her life.

But, my hands they shook as the noon bells chimed so

at the last bell I showed her my knife.

And I laid to rest my beautiful bride out in the heather

where the sun burns bright.

Now all alone under the cool night sky where locusts

scream and white moths fly,

silvery moonbeams fall on her grave,

but twisting black vines have covered her name.

For I loved too much my beautiful bride and so gave

her up to the cool night sky.