The Bride

Come and sing me something pretty

That'll go well with the day

And the many flashing colors

Of your halo's fine array

Or make the melody as pleasing

As the one that's in my mind

The bride is getting ready

So we've got a little time

Come and sing me of the morning

Read my fortune in the leaves

And help me build a bower for her

And an altar in the trees

But let us save our best for evening

Our silver caps and wonder plain

Thе bride is getting ready

Still it's еarly all the same

Come and sing me of the Sun god

The shining chariot he rides

And of his brave and bold expression

That is the wake of maiden's eyes

Fairer still though is another

And you will know my words are true

The bride is getting ready

And she'll be ready very soon

Come and sing me where the waves break

Come and sing me of a bride

Alive and living in some wild place

Where no one knows just where she hides

Until come the quiet evening

When even the tide will heed her call

The bride is getting ready

I can see her down the hall

And now the bride is finally ready

And she's coming down the aisle

With her swallow-tailed nobles

Her ivory cape and silver eyes

Her ancient glamor and her silence

Her mistletoe and silhouette

The bride is at the altar

And the world holds its breath