Maidens Cry Audience

Gemmel-Richardson-Werth-Williams

Far to the East in sand and sweat the Knight he rides
Whilst in the keep of Castle Deep his maiden bridge
Sitting by the window at her spinning wheel
Watching for the glint of sun on shining steel

Unknowing that day's sun has seen the battle never won
And soul and soldier split by cruel sword
Such holy war, Crusaders die and maidens cry

Lonely now, she wanders through the evening rain
Unaware that far away her love lies slain
Sadly standing gazing t'wards the setting sun
Hope again tomorrow, now today is gone