Lady of New Tomorrow - Irish Stew of Sindidun

Down the Hills in a valley lives a lady young and fair

And of such a beauty with nothing to compare

She owns wind in golden hair and morning in her smile

And every time I see her, she makes my heart beguiled

So, won’t you come, dance with me?

The child inside believes in fairies

With that dress, like a queen, with those lips stolen cherries

With your face, sleeping grace, I don’t need drink to drown the sorrow

Won’t you come, dance with me?

Take me home to new tomorrow

I hope the day is near, I will wear my smart clothes

Walking firm and proud ripping thorns of white rose

To court the hand of lady that sorely won my heart

Creating new tomorrow, we’ll never be apart