The Wandering Minstrel **, (a romantic companion ballad to Tom Rhymer) Options

[jerryk]

The Wandering Minstrel ** (a romantic companion ballad to Tom Rhymer)

I picked white heather roses
As I walked through the heath;
Then plucked sweet, purple violets
And wove all in a wreath.

I saw the lady of my dream
Walk slowly through the dew;
In envy, sunshine faded pale,
The sky changed pink from blue.

Oh, while she paused and sweetly smiled,
So gently then bowed down,
I placed upon her fairy head
My fragrant, flowery crown.

A grouse stirred from her nest of grass
With loud and drumming sound;
It woke me from my wishful dream—
Just flowers I have found.