by Mick Goodson
Come now winter let me feel your harsh sting
my love is no more, though I still wear her ring
taken by a sickness that dwelt deep inside;
in the depths of night, came stealing my bride.
She slept as I watched over her soft frail form
while inside she fought like a wild raging storm
her eyes opened slowly for to bid me farewell
from now only in heaven can we both dwell.
Leaving me alone until I reach my own end
she slipped away like a poor frightened Wren
I ache so for her each long, cold, lonely night
to be close again, dancing in the moonlight.
So come now winter, bite deep into my bones
swallow up my body then turn me to stone
reunited in eternity never more will we part
I long so to rest with my love's sweet heart.