The Lily

Once beyond the river grew A fair white lily Next to light, while morning rise A bird sang so weary The bird spread his wings and flew Far away, out of sight He sang from his love so true His lay illumed the night Oh! Will old grew new? And three kings come to rise? When will the Hawk be thrown Up in starry sky? The bird sings, stars pass by And beyond croons the sky One time to end thou life And three kings come to rise One time to come bloom Lily's woe shall be gone Tell her 'til the break of dawn Take your love in pawn Oh! Old will be cured And all lost revived My sweet love must not endure Nor pain, nor death, nor strife