The Arcadian Wild - Lift my head

I cannot find the one I love
The sweetheart I've been dreaming of
Her long brown hair down to her waist
It's like looking God right in the face

Have you, by chance, seen this fair maid?
You'd know her by her pretty braid
Hers are the bluest ocean eyes
They're always looking for the light

Never will I rest ‘til I see my Queen
‘Neath the willow tree
I will kneel before her
She will lift my head

Could she be in another's arms
Already wed ‘til dеath do part?
Or maybe death's already comе
And stole away my only one

I pray these things be untrue
For I would know not what to do
If I could never hold the girl
For whom I would forsake the world

Never will I rest ‘til I see my Queen
‘Neath the willow tree
I will kneel before her
She will lift my head

I cannot find the one I love
The sweetheart I've been dreaming of
I'll search to the edge of the earth
For that be what her love is worth