from the
rooftop makes me shout,
“Thou art my
love; my love is thee
and at the
gate he waits for me.”
Sword in hand,
battle cry,
“Dear maiden
open the gate and I
shall sweep
you from this village now
to my castle,
to await our vow.”
At your right
hand I’ll sit by you,
by your right
cheek I’ll lie with you
and all the
kingdom will know it’s true
love that
brings life into view.
