ALEX CASTANEDA´S MUSIC ENSEMBLE PROJECT - BONUS: THE MAIDEN AND THE RIVER V.2 Lyrics

In a village small, there dwelt a maiden fair
To wed an aged man, of mean and cruel air
Her parents, though poor, didst feel the weight of fate
Yet, the little maid was filled with dread and hate
Beware, all parents, beware of the maid
She is not to be sold, nor in trade to be laid
Since a wee babe, the maiden didst roam
By the riverside of a fair pasture's home
She felt the river speak, as if to her, it cried
In her heart she knew, the river was her guide
Beware, all parents, beware of the maid
She is not to be sold, nor in trade to be laid
The hour of her wedding drew nigh with dread
Her anguish didst slay her, her fear was widespread
Her mother stood by her, yet coin was in need
Her brothers were famished, and her father did plead
Beware, all parents, beware of the maid
She is not to be sold, nor in trade to be laid
Yet, on the eve of the ceremony's plight
The wee girl didst flee through the window's light
Distinctly, she heard the river's soft call
As she ran through the pastures, 'neath watchful owls tall
Beware, all parents, beware of the maid
She is not to be sold, nor in trade to be laid
O river, O river, I beseech thee, away
Grant my parents wealth and bread for each day
One mouth less to nourish, one less maid to dress
Be thou my lover and take me from this stress
Beware, all parents, beware of the maid
She is not to be sold, nor in trade to be laid
She was ne'er found, nor seen again
Then the river did shift, and flooded the plain
The harvest did flourish, the produce was grand
They grew wealthy and thrived in this land
Beware, all parents, beware of the maid
She is not to be sold, nor in trade to be laid