Come Away With Me
The moon was bright that frosty night
he ghosted down the road;
her candle light came into sight,
its flicker barely showed.
His conscience itched but still he pitched
a pebble at the pane;
the curtain twitched, he was bewitched
to see her once again.
“Come down below and we will go,”
he whispered ‘cross the sill,
“For you must know I love you so,
and that I always will.”
Was it a bird she thought she heard,
that rattled at the glass,
a whispered word that dreams bestirred
like breezes through the grass.
She blindly stared in bleak despair,
her grief knew no respite;
she’d almost swear that he was there,
or was it but a sprite?
Come now mo chroí, we’ll soon be free,
you’ll be my lady fair,
and you will see, I guarantee,
how much I really care.
With heartfelt plea she cursed the sea
‘neath which her love had drowned,
and wept that he whose bride she’d be
lay cold beneath the ground.