Moonbeams and Marble

Folk Ballad

She dances on moonbeams
Calling to her love
So mighty in naughty dreams
Kind soul from above

When she’s early awoken
He is never there
Hammering stone till broken
While singing of she so fair

Oh, he’s the luckiest fellow
To quarry marble all day
Then home to woman so mellow
Who’s prettier than the fey

In the evening she greets him
With lace she loves to wear
And washes rock dust from him
A tickle here and there 

Oh, he’s the luckiest fellow
To quarry marble all day
Then home with a loving hello
For her come what may

Oh, he’s the luckiest fellow
Needing her through the night
As he cries his mighty bellow
She holds onto him tight

She dances on moonbeams
Crying for him to ram
So mighty in naughty dreams
Then sleepy as a lamb

Yes, he is the luckiest fellow
And she the happiest bride
To rise beneath sun yellow
And wait till next night’s long ride...