Legend of Briar Deep
In the far off English countryside
In the province of Briar Deep
There lived a maiden pretty and fair Known as Anne Marie
With a single look she’d melt men’s hearts And turn their mouths to stone
Except one man who stood apart
Who simply went by “Rogue.”
“He’s no good,” her parents cried “He’s rotten to the core.”
But as their hate intensified
She only loved him more.
By soft moonlight they kissed Held in eternal embrace While the wind softly hissed Across the silent glade.
“I must go,” said the Rogue “For traveling’s in my name, But I’ll be back you can be sure, To hold you once again.”
Heartbroken, she waited ten long years
A short time passed, the Rogue came back With plans for them to wed
But all his fancies turned to black.
When he found that she was dead
In anguish he ran out to the place Where they had used to kiss
And as he lay sobbing in the glade He heard a familiar hiss
“The wind!” he cried, joyful now “I hear her in the breeze.”
For in the silence he had heard His lovely Anne Marie
He threw himself into the wind Never to be heard again.
And on some nights, often now If you are with your love
You can hear the wind roll past Cooing softly as a dove
You can hear them laugh smile and kiss
So happy they must be!
In the glade of that devilish Rogue And his lovely Anne Marie.