On silver Mountian.

The girl a top silver mountain
Waits for her lover,
But her lover will never come.
His bones lie shattered,
And broken,
Deep on the valley floor.
How valiantly he fought for her,
Only to be toppled,
His bones picked clean by carrion,
His smile
A bleached, rictus grin.
She still waits for lover
A top silver mountain,
And counts each day that passesa blessing,
Because she know they will be reunited,
One day soon.