The Misty Coast of Albany
Weeping willow womanÂÂ
Ladled on the armÂÂ
Of the misty coast of AlbanyÂÂ
With its charmÂÂ
Pining pillar of the wild willows endÂÂ
Womanly waitingÂÂ
For your manly friend.ÂÂ
A star 'bove the mire is her husbandly choiceÂÂ
Locked in his towerÂÂ
By the enchanted voiceÂÂ
Of the Starguard RhinaÂÂ
With his lips soiled with goldÂÂ
He dares to loiterÂÂ
Near our lady bold.ÂÂ
Once a heart was made and castÂÂ
In molten loveÂÂ
But t'was in realms of the past.