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The Princess And The Blacksmith's Son MAG
High upon a hilltop,
where the sun shines brilliantly
There stands an ancient castle
that looms o'er land and sea
Its walls could tell such stories
of wars and gallant knights
But none are quite as touching
as that I tell tonight.
Beneath the gray stone towers
which dominate the sky
There sits a lonely princess;
tears welled in her eye.
And in her thoughts a promise
which echoes in her ears;
That tender voice surrounds her
and dries her silent tears.
How he ever found her
is not for us to know,
But the love he wrapped around her
never ceased to grow.
His father was a blacksmith
and hers ruled far and wide,
But somehow love still bound them
across this great divide.
Every vacant moment
found her bounding through the gloom
To the lonely little hovel
where the lover's ardor bloomed
'Twas in this empty cottage
where first their lips did meet
And in this, their humble palace,
where their love became complete.
But her father was a mighty lord
who held her in his hand
And gave her to a wealthy prince
who wandered through the land.
The princess told her father
of the promises she'd sworn to keep
To the handsome, faithful blacksmith's son
whose kisses made her weep.
"Never could I love another"
said the princess through her tears.
But her father's heart was granite
unsoftened by the years
And though he claimed to love her
it seemed he didn't care
If her life were filled with happiness
or pervaded by despair.
He locked her in a tower,
in the darkest, dampest room,
And planned to let her waste away
till she took her chosen groom.
The princess never gives a thought
to any but the blacksmith's son,
In the tower where she dreams of him,
soaking up the morning sun.
Still her lover wonders
where his princess spends her days
She has disappeared forever
from his eyes but not his ways.
The cottage where he loved her
has fallen to decay
But still he sometimes visits it
to think of long-gone days.
Even though the two are parted
their love has never died,
And all the angels wait in heaven
to unite them when they die.
All the angels look upon them
with tears welled in their eyes
And in their hearts they promise each
to calm the lovers' sighs.
Over all the many years
faces fade from memory,
But the princess and the blacksmith's son
shared love beyond mere imagery.
And sometimes when he thinks of her
the tears well in his eye,
And all the angels wait in heaven
to unite them when they die.
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