O, Hollow’s eve has come again
By night I should be at our bed.
No longer shall distance part us
Just a short trip on the hill ahead.
The moon shines through saddened trees,
The light soft and beautiful, reminds me of your smile.
The wind begins to howl and leaves a chill
But yet it’s just another mile.
The cottage is in view, a candle lit on the sill
Warming thoughts of us inside.
The horses are tired yet seem restless,
Is there something waiting at the end of this ride?
There is a creaking and a rattle,
The cottage is now out of sight.
The trees passing me now
The moon's soft light...
