Loreena
McKennitt
-
Standing
Stones
Music
by
Loreena
McKennitt
Lyrics
traditional,
arr.
by
Loreena
McKennitt
In
one
of
these
lonely
Orkney
Isles
There
dwelled
a
maiden
fair.
Her
cheeks
were
red,
her
eyes
were
blue
She
had
yellow
curling
hair.
Which
caught
the
eye
and
then
the
heart
Of
one
who
could
never
be
A
lover
of
so
true
a
maid
Or
fair
a
form
as
she.
Across
the
lake
in
Sandwick
Dwelled
a
youth
she
held
most
true,
And
ever
since
her
infancy
He
had
watched
those
eyes
so
blue.
The
land
runs
out
into
the
sea
-
It's
a
narrow
neck
of
land
-
Where
weird
and
grim
the
Standing
Stones
In
a
circle
where
they
stand.
One
bonny
moonlight
Christmas
Eve
They
met
at
that
sad
place
With
her
heart
in
glee
and
the
beams
of
love
Were
shining
on
her
face.
When
her
lover
came
and
he
grasped
her
hand
What
loving
words
they
said.
They
talked
of
future's
happy