My love is petals and dew The Erthe, the wilderness too For a fonder man, there is none Who admires her like the Sun Shining down so she may glow... But a maid stood alone In the trees, overgrown And she pondered the plight Of the rose She drank the dew from the rose I drank the dew from the rose I envy the one that she chose His stare and longing did grow Then she offered me a sip, But I dare not touch my lip Where the serpent's tongue hath coiled For a man she desires, And indeed one she would have If I should but meet Her gaze A man like you I've never known Her words a womanly moan So lonely he must remain alone Her dress so perfectly sewn If you'd come away with me, We shall never lonely be What a travesty it would be, Have you never felt the touch If our eyes should fondly meet Of a maid politely struck By a man so handsome as you? Come away, silly man No, no 'Tis a green and pleasant land This cannot be That awaits us through the trees She has led me through the trees The Erthe, she whimpers neath my feet Her tears, they beg me not to leave Although sadder tales have been told, None so truthful Or so old As the man And his maid Gladly joined