M'Lady

And if I were no more than the brook that flowed Neath' the azure of your skies Would not the warmth of your heaven Touch the surface of my waters Be the season spring or summer And if my lone voice was lost upon the winds with the whispering of M'lady's name Would it not give pause to thee? What of the grassy meadow Where the blanket was cast and the wine of your eyes Drunk so freely What has become of us, M'lady? There be shadow where the tiny nightingale once sung and such the cold dark heart To have all that was undone But I M"lady, I remember All that was, now so foolishly denied And I M'lady, still love with fervent heart That which you have taken from me And I am forevermore be thine