Wolfgate - Emma Shapplin

Unkempt by the wind

By yon cherry tree

With pearl-spangled hair

I wait for Lee

My love is an oak

Whose languorous limbs

Explore my shadows

Dulled by the whirl

My vigil is low

My vigil is low

My vigil is low

Down by the old wolf gate

Grave eyes set wide

Clad in an astrakhan frock coat

For me Lee bide

My love has all charms

Penned in books wich quoth

Of Real Courtesy, Allegiance, solemn oath

My vigil is low

My vigil is low

My vigil is low

From the casement hark

The water trickle

Bleaching the skies

So earth can rekindle

Nestle unto me

Your breath do fade

Your warmth my voice remade

Unto your breast I sigh

Forever will I be night

Forever will I be night

Forever will I be night

Unkempt by the wind

By yon cherry tree

With pearl-spangled hair

I wait for Lee