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.