He sits and he broods and he watches the woods,
And he wonders if she'll be back.
The enchantress' curse has completed its course,
Now it's only her love he lacks.
And the end of the day as the light fades away,
He hears the men's feet on the stairs.
His friends come to warn but he treats them with scorn;
He can't bring himself to care.
Then he's up on the roof and he hears her horse's hoof,
And then a whinny and neigh.
Through the dark and the rain he hears her call his name.
Could she have come back to stay?
She runs through the gate but the pain is too great,
And it runs from his head to his toes.
She runs to his side, she whispers, he dies,
And the last petal falls from the rose.
But then comes a light, so blinding and bright, and
Still being her own kind of woman,
She comes close and stands, and is there when he lands
Amazingly, once again human.