A Tale From Tahrarrie

Mother, oh Mother, he asked me to marry

He asked for my hand in the fall

But Mother, oh Mother, you said child be wary

When a sweet talking man comes to call

He's handsome, he's charming and so debonair

With blue eyes and hair of pure gold

On his stallion of white, he's seen the whole world

But I long to see deep in his soul

To the town of Tahrarrie, he took me out dancing

Then we took a walk by the sea

We laughed and we talked and we did some romancing

Love came like a soft gentle breeze

But Mother, oh Mother, how can I know

What his heart holds deep down inside

You've always warned me the trouble with love

It makes truth out of nothing but lies

He promised the treasures much more than I dreamed

He placed a fine ring on my hand

He pledged me his love, swore he'd make me his queen

We'd travel to far distant lands

But Mother, oh Mother, what if I go

And find that his love is not true

But if I refuse him, what if I lose him

Oh Mother, what shall I do

Part of me wants to let go of my heart

Part of me says run away

Run from the flame of this burning desire

That seems to grow stronger each day

Mother, oh Mother, he asked me to marry

He asked for my hand in the fall

But Mother, oh Mother, you said child be wary

When a sweet talking man comes to call