A Girl Form Gray-Green Cymru

Near Winter's solstice did I meet
A girl from gray-green Cymru
With chesnut shades upon her hair
And sea and rain within her eyes

In the land of dunes and marches
I met her at a dance
A glance of her's did catch my heart
Though little did she know

Now Summer's solstice's nearing
Her heart has found mine own
Her lips do kindle from my kiss
Her touch draws fire from my soul

A girl from gray-green Cymru
With fire in her touch
- Jayhawk -