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.