We see the other walking through wild moor and fen
Where spirits wail and the ghosts do wallow
We do not seek each other out, nor a message send
Torn by the opposite sides, our dreams we dare not follow

Meet we over the bridge under moonlight
Where white lilies bathe in gold glow
My hand shall first touch yours in fright
These feelings I pine over not yet in tow

Assemble the two of us across the great meadow
Where the lavender deems itself worthy to grow
My lips graze your cheek in the dawning shadow
These dreams in my wake for now are laid low

Meet we now on the battlefield wretched
Where the gold is now red and the fair are no more
My life touches your life as water calm and tepid
And no more, no more, are we torn.