THE ROSE

Close by the Well of Lady Anne
With the Moon a silver shilling
I caught myself on bramble thorn
My blood and curses spilling
The rose was red, my love
The rose was red as the blood on my skin
And the wolf, the fox and the owl my witness.

'For this, much thanks' a small voice said
'You will suit the Rose-Wolf nicely'
Ah, what curse, what curse had I invoked
By blood and moonlight binds me?
The rose it was, my love
The rose it was, and soft as it spoke
The wolf, the fox and the owl kept silence

There is a bridge by Lady's Well
And above that flooding water
I met the Moon, I kissed the Rose
And the Wolf claimed me her daughter
The rose awoke, my love,
The rose awoke and told me my name
While the wolf, the fox and the owl lay sleeping

Does not your blood declare the tide
In life for life exchanging?
If in your heart the Rose-Wolf rides
Be constant in your changing
The rose is red, my love
The rose is red, oh look for me there;
By wolf, the fox and the owl I'll find you...