My Faithful Fond One - Paul Mounsey

My fair and rare one

My faithful fair

Wilt not come to me

On bed of pain here

Who remain here

With weary longing

For a sight of thee

If wings were mine now

To skim the brine now

And like a seagull

To float to free

To Isla’s shore now

They’d bear me fore now

Where dwells the maiden

That is dear to me

My fair and rare one

My faithful fair

Wilt not come to me

On bed of pain here

Who remain here

With weary longing

For a sight of thee