a man I met in my youth
came to me in the light of truth
a beautiful dream that was
till he died one rainy fall
there I was a child bride
widowed at ninteen, defied
never would I let him go
go to the place that heaven knows
on the evening of his death
my shoulders felt a brushing breath
cold were his hands on my breast
the man that I loved and put to rest
he came to me and held me close
we danced til dawn in the early snow
there I felt him cry and cry
