This is a tale from so long ago Forgotten by all but the wind "I'll be good to you," she recalls He stayed awhile but come one dawn Nowhere was he found Still each every day, she only waits Her love grows like a flame The nightingales say ooh "Dear, she is such a fool!" He's left for good, for a lovely youth But this she never knew ooh, ooh And with the years, she'd withered and faded But his shadow would never crest the hill "I'll be good to you," he'd said She never spoke, but sometimes She'd look to the distance for hours Then she'd go home, but by now Her love is a sea of fire The nightingales say ooh "Love, eternal love Only she knows, but truer than the sun Love, eternal love, ooh"