There are many tales that followed Of how he spent his last days The folk say that she haunt him His hair went grey, his face drew weary And they say they saw From the hill she came Covered in light Like a star of the night She came there for him Descending on a wave of the moon Channelled by his gloom Long days entangled They say it was her memory that haunt him To his final ending Waiting to be in her gentle arms again They say From the hill she came Covered in light Like a star of the night She came there for him Descending on a wave of the moon Channelled by his gloom I'm here my love Let me feel your face Let me warm your lips Love, I've come here for you tonight At night she would come for him Oh how his hair did grey Like the ashes of a light without a flame ...come for him Oh how his eyes did grey Like a winter star in May A light without a flame Darling, many years I wait here For you to take me away I couldn't end it myself You're too heavenly For many years to follow The king would speak of ghosts that haunt him He grew ever weary From beating hearts he heard endlessly and always frightened From the hill they came To the king's quarters lingering To haunt him For what he did When he took her away From his grasp I'll wait for you From the hill they came Joined in light The twin stars On the right She came there for him And took him away On a wave of the moon channelled by his gloom On a wave of the moon channelled by his gloom On a wave of the moon channelled by his heart In the light of day Underneath the sun In the open breeze For everyone to see Joined with his winter star This was his eulogy Underneath the tree Where they would sometimes sit Underneath the breeze Her figure in his arms No d**h could take away The love she had for him The love he had for her Underneath the grim Now free from his despair No king could take away The fate that was to come And in his eulogy Everyone will read Joined with his winter star In the light of day Underneath the sun In the open breeze For everyone to see Joined with his winter star This was his eulogy Underneath the tree Where they would sometimes sit Underneath the breeze Her figure in his arms