The Lily - faun

Once beyond the river grew

A fair white lily

Next to light, while morning rise

A bird sang so weary

The bird spread his wings and flew

Far away, out of sight

He sang from his love so true

His lay illumed the night

Oh!

Will Old grew new?

And three Kings come to rise?

When will the Hawk be thrown

Up in starry sky?

The bird sings, stars pass by

And beyond croons the sky

One time to end thou' life

And three kings come to rise!

One time to come bloom

Lily’s woe shall be gone!

Tell her til' the break of dawn

Take your love in pawn!

Oh!

Old will be cured!

And all lost revived!

My sweet love must not endure

Nor pain nor death nor strife!