I met her in a dream A night, clear as a mountain stream But our dreams are not our own On the morning breezes they have flown So come near Sit and hear And then rest by the fire And come hear my song The tale of a liar, a maiden's gone The winter's cold, the night has come And still the wind blows strong And still the wind blows on Glanced at me across the hall She blushed, and let her eyes fall And by the morrow she was gone Left but echoes on the dawn The night was long The wind was strong And we sat by the fire with song and wine She sang with the choir, then she was mine The maiden's fair, her smile divine And still I missed her sigh And she danced in the fire By midnight clear The song of the lyre, the song I fear The maiden's fair, the cliff so near And still her voice is here And still her voice is near