An ill wind blew and cold the rain
When my knight left this world.
It blew the blossoms From my trees
And barley from my fields.
The apples grew not fair that year
And crows were all to feast.




A phoenix I was not for I could not rise
From ashes made from death and spear.
I use to think the dragonfly and frog
the most pleasant garden friends.
Until the battle which took the life
Of the noblest of men.


They brought his shield they brought his sword
For years I could not look, until one day
There came a man who took me by the hand
"Come with me," he said you know
Your life is not over yet
For I will love you just as he I promise


And when the time has come and we 
must go our seperate ways. I will gladly
take you to the knight you lost that day.
Until that time let me be your love
For as a knight I know, the valiant warrior
that waits for you has asked this task of me.


I gladly took his noble hand in mine
For this I knew was true my heart was his
I now belonged to him, in duty he had called
For in Valhalla's greatest hall the promises are true.
A fallen knight has gained his wish and the love found 
For his grieving wife  is most noblest and is true.