Her eyes were red, here dress was torn    the wind blew on the hilltop    She raised her head an wached with scorn    the sky and felt her heart stop    For though it was a pretty sight    and should have brought her glee    She cursed the sky of all her might    and all because of me       As she launched herself into mid air    she must have seen below    My fingers through your golden hair    and granted us true love       She stood beside my bed last night    Her slender hand upon my chest    The tears had washed all anger from her sight    her heart had found its final rest    She gently gazed with eyes so bright    into my spirit's nest    to tell me no one lost the fight    though we both tried our best       As she launched herself into mid air    she must have seen below    My fingers through your golden hair    and granted us true love