I love my love
And whereon he moves…
I love my love
And where he flies
On scarlet wings
Through blood-red skies
A dove appears
On spring’s bright morn
But feathers freeze
In winter’s scorn
I love my love
And whereon he goes
Cross smoke-stained hills
And starlit snows
The rocks I’d brave
The heights I’d climb
To pluck the rose
And mountain thyme
I love my love
And where he moves
The darkest storms
Bring thundering hooves
The riders charge,
The blooms are crushed
A scarlet sash
Bleeds in the dust
Oh, love, my love,
Fly on white wings
Till the bullets fly
And the cannon sings
The thyme is gone
The rose has thorns
The air is rent
By the hunting horn
Oh, my love, my love,
Your wings unfurled
Take heed, the balls
At thee are hurled
Young men they rise
Like barleycorn
But the scythe is sharp,
Their hearts are torn
Oh, love, my love,
Hear the warrior’s song
Thy snow-white wings
Are red e’er long
Oh, let the ground
Whereon he lies
Become the bed
Of him and I
Oh, love, my love,
The bullets fly
Thy wings are pierced
Thy song must die
Oh, let me sleep,
My heart grown still
My lips as ice
On the blood-stained hill
I love my love
And where he goes
Though scarlet wings
Lie faint in the snows