Feral Beryl - Party Waltz Lyrics

Stark is the landscape, bitter winds blow
The might oak trembles, no flowers dare grow
Strange folk are moaning, they know it's your day
They chain up the door to hide away

Day is done now, and night draws nigh
Evening shadows have stolen the sky
But for every false friend that may wish you harm
Come into my arms love, and I'll keep you warm.

So put on your white dress and dance with me
This waltz, this waltz, the last dance t'will be
Your fickle friends in their finery
Cannot compare with thee, my love

The dancer is tireless, she twirls round and round
Feet on the beat, barely touches the ground
And the fiddler is bowing so sweet and low
You are my bride love, and I am your beau