Maidensong Maidensong
My lord, where do you ride this morn?
Through a field of wheat and barley and corn,
where the crow won't fly
and the day is born
when the sun winds loud his golden horn.

My lord, where do you ride today?
Over the hills and far away,
where the seashells sing
and the mermaids pray
and the seals dance in the ocean spray.

My lord, where do you ride tonight?
In an endless meadow of pearly light,
where the angels' sleep
and the seraphs' flight
the good Lord guards with radiant sight.

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