That Maid Of The Mountain

by Frank Maguire
(England)

I saw her that morning, oh how I remember
As she walked through the heather, o’er meadow of green
The flowers did bow, and the birds were all singing
For that maid of the mountain, that no one had seen

The sunlight reflected, her grace and her splendor
The form of her beauty, a wonder to see
And I lost my heart, to that maid of the mountain
A love that was born, and forever to be

I called from the hill, on the wind that was blowing
A wind that had traveled, o’er land and o’er sea
I prayed beyond hope, for that maid of the mountain
To hear the wind calling, and turn round to me

In the beat of a heart, in a moment so fleeting
She turned and her gaze, met the love from my eye
That moment was frozen, forever in my memory
And remained in my heart, till the day that I died

As I ran from the hill, to be near to that maiden
I found myself walking, where I wanted to be
But no flowers did bow, and the birds were not singing
That maid of the mountain, had gone far from me

Can true love be so strong, can true love last forever
Can it grow in the heart, to a love that’s ne’r been
Or will it just fade, to become but a memory
Of that maid of the mountain, that no one had seen

The years they rolled on, my steps were less fleeting
My hair turned to silver, my eyes could not see
But true love kept me young, and my heart was still beating
For that maid of the mountain, who I loved endlessly

As I lay on my bed, when death it came calling
Although I was blind, in one moment I seen
That true love is so strong, and true love lasts forever
That maid of the mountain, she still was my queen

Now I pass from this world, to the land of forever
I find myself walking, where I prayed I would be
Yes the flowers they bow, and the birds are all singing
That maid of the mountain, is coming to me