Alone in twilight gray and cold;
And stood and looked, his wond'ring eyes
All filled with dancing motes of gold.
The laddie's yellow beard had grown;
He'd wedded with a lady fair;
Alone in twilight gray and cold;
And stood and looked, his wond'ring eyes
All filled with dancing motes of gold.
The laddie's yellow beard had grown;
He'd wedded with a lady fair;