In the stillness of the night, /She prayed hard with all her might./She hoped for her salient knight,/ She hoped for a ray of light./Sitting alone by the window;/ She wallowed in her pain and sorrow./She was lost; no one to follow./But she was ready; ready to go./He rode gallantly on his horse./He was evidently lost./Riding so fast; he ran off-course./Now he was lost; that was the cost./She sang her blues far and wide./She knew she was far out of sight./No one to help her to take flight./She was stuck forever in this plight./He heard her voice, singing clear./Her voice melodious, with a tinge of fear./He knew she was somewhere near./The urgency; somehow he had to find her./He called out to her; he tried any name./Mary and Sally, he tried all the same./He wanted to see her; that was his aim./He was drawn to her; like moth to flame./He saw her, hair billowing in the wind./Her head was turned; she could not be seen./Impatience replaced where curiosity had been./The distance between them was a sin./“Come down, fair lady! Come down, ” he said./“Come down and meet me. I am your fate.”/With sad, blue eyes, she shook her head./“This tower is my prison; it has no gate.”/Frustrated he was, he paced here and there./He had to find a way in, into her lair./No door, no ladder, no way to spare. /But an idea struck him, as he
In the stillness of the night, /She prayed hard with all her might./She hoped for her salient knight,/ She hoped for a ray of light./Sitting alone by the window;/ She wallowed in her pain and sorrow./She was lost; no one to follow./But she was ready; ready to go./He rode gallantly on his horse./He was evidently lost./Riding so fast; he ran off-course./Now he was lost; that was the cost./She sang her blues far and wide./She knew she was far out of sight./No one to help her to take flight./She was stuck forever in this plight./He heard her voice, singing clear./Her voice melodious, with a tinge of fear./He knew she was somewhere near./The urgency; somehow he had to find her./He called out to her; he tried any name./Mary and Sally, he tried all the same./He wanted to see her; that was his aim./He was drawn to her; like moth to flame./He saw her, hair billowing in the wind./Her head was turned; she could not be seen./Impatience replaced where curiosity had been./The distance between them was a sin./“Come down, fair lady! Come down, ” he said./“Come down and meet me. I am your fate.”/With sad, blue eyes, she shook her head./“This tower is my prison; it has no gate.”/Frustrated he was, he paced here and there./He had to find a way in, into her lair./No door, no ladder, no way to spare. /But an idea struck him, as he