I cast my love upon the wind across the muddy moors.
I breathe life into its lungs and send it out the door;
To lead the charge, to set the sails, to lunge into the deep;
To never tire, to never fail, to never even sleep;
Until my one and only, my maiden, sad and lonely,
Who is watching from her window mourning;
Feels her blood arising when upon the faint horizon
She sees my love pursuing; my very heart alluding;
My very soul exposed upon the misty moors.
Drink of the wine that is my love.
Hold in your hand my heart, the dove.
Caress the wind for it is my breath.
Give me your love so that I might rest.
Come with me to lands unknown;
To distant meadows to call them home.
Watch with me as life unfolds.
Walk with me as we turn old
And take our final breathes upon the moors.