Из альбома: Dreams of Glory
Far above the valley
A woman lived alone
And for a century
Her legend has grown
He placed the ring
Upon her finger
Bid her sweet goodbye
And she said, I will wait for you
Till all the seas run dry
Oh -
Some say they hear her calling
Some say they hear her crying
Or is it just the wailing wind?
Up on Blue Mountain
Seven ships set sail
Out of Charleston Bay
When she learned only six returned
She shut herself away
Children in the town below
Grew up and then grew old
But they all heard the restless steps
That made their blood run cold
Still she calls in the wildest storms
From the tallest trees
There's the mast! The billowed sail!
As the seventh ship she sees
The seventh ship is coming in
The seventh ship is coming in
Up on Blue Mountain