Loreena McKennitt 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.