Long, long ago, upon the shores of Lee
You kissed a girl, so young and fair, sleeping.
So young and fair, a girl was she, that ne'er
Did she see her name etched into the Sea –
Even Neptune, King of Tempests, named her –
Therefore she did leave and cast her dreams to and fro
And ran into the arms of thee e'ermore.
Eighteen years kissed and brought anew her dreams
The joy – wonders of Love – the pain, the pain
Of not finding the Prince Charming; instead
Finding bitter after-tastes of her shame.
Because you kissed that girl, so young and fair
So young and fair, so young and fair, sleeping.