Woman of the Golden Fair,
You stare into cold eyes of gray.
Battle broken, journey weary,
I cannot requite thee,
Though I wish thee joy.
Golden fair,
Lost in a sea of fire,
Upon a winnowing field.
Lose what you love most,
Fight in vain for a future unknown.
Swathed in white,
Made prisoner by your wounds.
Let die your love for glory and renown.
Follow your heart under the veil of stars
Seabirds wing your cares away.
Woman of the Golden Fair,
You stare into kind eyes of gray.
Here is one who will requite thee,
More deserving of your love,
His is pure, untrammeled adoration.
Woman of the Golden Fair,
On your wedding day look to me.
True love carries its own reward,
"Wish me Joy,
My healer and Liege Lord."