Thomas Hardy - The Singing Woman lyrics

  There was a singing woman    Came riding across the mead   At the time of the mild May weather,     Tameless, tireless; This song she sung: “I am fair, I am young!”    And many turned to heed.   And the same singing woman    Sat crooning in her need   At the time of the winter weather;     Friendless, fireless, She sang this song: “Life, thou'rt too long!”    And there was none to heed.