The chair

Sitting there in an empty chair

The two candles torches burning

Sitting there she sits alone in the dark

But, in the beautiful woods

A little bit of wind

Blows her hair aside

And now he is there

Kissing her soft lips

And holding her tight

So no one or anything

Can or will tear her from her knight

But the wind blows her hair

And she's alone again

Waiting for him, in her empty chair