Vinfield
A village named Vinfield
There once lived a girl
She was the fairest of the world
Everyone said so

But every night she wept alone
Her eyes were filled with sorrow
But for God sake what made her tears flow
Nobody ever knew


Her skin was like the fallen snow
As pure and as cold
Inside her was an empty soul
Sobbing in the shadow


I passed by with my tiny horse
Gazing her from far away
And I saw her sorrowful eyes
At the dusk of May

Maybe the one she loves
Will come back and marry her someday
As an outsider of this world
I’d better go


All I wish is that if someday
I can see her smiling face