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 mind 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 these eyes so blue. The land runs out to 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 And what loving words they said They talked of future's happy days, As through the stones they strayed. They walked toward the lovers' stone And through it passed their hands. They plighted there a constant troth Sealed by love's steadfast bands He kissed his maid and then he watched her That lonely bridge go o'er. For little, little did he think He wouldn't see his darling more. Standing Stones of the Orkney Isles Gazing out to sea Standing Stones of the Orkney Isles Bring my love to me. He turned his face toward his home That home he did never see And you shall have the story As it was told to me. When a form upon him sprang