The Lark And The Bowman

Mairi was a dancer and singer of soft love songs

A bright sparkling bringer of pleasure to all

The people who wandered by and halted at her house

And listened to her measure

And watched her moving to the wind and the sunshine

That always surrounds her

For Mairi's voice was like a lark in the blue sky

And she floated like a feather

She would dance

She would sing

She wanted to forever

And all she sang was

Lah, lalalalah, lalalalah lalalah

Lah, lalalala, lalalalah lalalah

Willie played his fiddle like a bowman in the heat of battle

Faster than a fever

And he paid no heed to fashion, he moved against the flow

Like a salmon in a river

And those who were carried along by his flowing notes

Followed him all over

For Willie had the lust and the passion of his land

Coursing through his fingers

He closed his eyes

And he would play

He wanted to forever

And all he played was

There were those who would keep them apart

Telling them they would be wrong

Still they came together just to find

They were playing the same song

So Mairi sang a haunting lament from a distant past

And Willie played along

And the crowds were silenced to the chasms of their souls

By the beauty of the music and the song

And Mairi found a pride and a strength in her voice

And Willie played so tender

That if they never shared another moment in their lives

They'd share this one forever

And they played

And they sang

And they will forever

And all they played was