Standing Stones

In one of these lonely Orkney Isles

There dwelled a maiden fair,

Her cheeks were red, her eyes were blue

She has yellow curling hair.

Which caught the eye and then the heart

Of one who could never be

A lover of so true a maid

Or fair a form as she.

Across the lake in Sandwick

Dwelled a youth she held most true,

And ever since her infancy

He had watched those eyes so blue.

The land runs out into the sea -

It's a narrow neck of land -

Where weird and grim the Standing Stones

In a circle where they stand.

One bonny moonlight Christmas Eve

They met at that sad place.

With her heart in glee and the beams of love

Were shining on her face.

When her lover came he grasped her hand

And what loving words they said.

They talked of future's happy days,

As through the stones they strayed.

They walked towards the lover's stone

And through it passed their hands,

They plighted there a constant troth

Sealed by love's steadfast bands.

He kissed his maid and then he watched her

That lonely bridge go o'er,

Fo little, little did he think

He wouldn't see his darling more.

Standing Stones of the Orkney Isles

Gazing out to sea

Standing Stones of the Orkeny Isles

Bring my love to me.

He turned his face toward his home

That home he did never see.

And you shall have the story as it was told to me.

When a form upon him sprang

With a daggar gleaming bright.

It pierced his heart and his dying screams

Disturbed the silent night.

The maid had nearly reached her home

When she was startled by a cry.

And she turned to look around her

and her love was standing by,

His hand was pointing to the stars

And his eyes glazed at the light,

And with a smiling countenance

He vanished from her sight.

She quickly turned around and home she ran

Not a word of this was said,

For well she knew at seeing his form

That her faithful was dead.

And from that day she pined away,

Not a smile in her face.

And with outstretched arms she went to meet him

In a brighter place.