A Ballad
I travelled through plains and marshes
Clouds high and the sea below
And days were like passing starships
And evenings like flakes of snow
She'll show you the land of mirrors
He told me with wicked glee
Come enter her garden of lilies
And beg for the Cup and the Key
She is a heavenly lady
She is too strange and too strong
She is the best of the living
She is too much for a song
Your skies will be softly clear
You'll know where you will fall
And neither regret nor fear
And no complications at all
I travelled through glens and mountains
Still penniless half astray
And shared my bread with hunters
And slept in a stock of hay
She stood on the shore of twilight
So strikingly fair was she
And breathless with awe and excitement
I reached for the Cup and the Key
And everything was so clear
I know I'm doomed to fall
And neither regret nor fear
And no complications at all
