Carried by the songbird’s wings
Through forests bright, caverns dim
Flying in the wild wind

Tears have been shed and goodbyes have been said

And the light is leaving from your eyes.

Spring, my dearest, where are you?

I've been waiting for so long, yet still I'm caught in Winter's grasp, and I'm ready for something new

First came the ballgowns and the beheadings.

Six wives of Henry the eighth, and divorce or death were brought upon all but one...