My Lady Lives High

From The Known Words 2, long out of print and replaced by The Known Words, which doesn’t include this (among others) due to it being not of sufficiently high standard:

I remember when I wrote this. I was at a choir camp, and I’d forgotten to bring any of my songbooks and collected works. Ordinarily I don’t bring them with me to non-SCAdian events, but choir camps have revues, where people sing and play and generally show off to the rest of the choir, and I wanted to sing something a little less silly than my usual filk songs about John Denver’s aeroplane and the like. So I sat down and wrote this. It’s inspired by the same Lady who inspired A Sailor’s Love Song. As it turns out, I didn’t sing it that night, because I found a copy of the words to the Sailor song and sang that instead. This is unique among all the songs in this book, in that it has never been performed. Am I taking a risk including it? Am I being insufferably smug, throwing in a song that might be a total flop, just because I happen to like it? Maybe. Time will tell. I can always edit…


My lady lives high on a hilltop,
Her father a county commands,
And a thousand fierce brigands
Plague the path to her doorway,
But I’ll see her as true love demands.

For her eyes are as green
As the fields I ride through,
Her hair is as dark
As the night on my way,
And it may be a year
And a mile or a hundred,
But I know that I’ll see her,
I’ll see her some day.

My lady’s the child of a noble,
His eldest and fairest of three.
To a fat, noble squire
Has her dowry been promised,
But her heart she has given to me.

My lady sings sweetly a love song,
And waits for the day I return.
When the snowfall is heavy
And the land sleeps in winter,
Her heart for my own heart will burn.