Crafty Chieftain, where you lie

You can see the clouds drift by,

Waiting in the dusky fern

For your enemy's return.

Does the beauty of that place

Never tell you of my face,

I, you left, to plot and plan

For the ending of a man ?

You had better sought my aid,

I have met him unafraid,

We have Wandered all alone

Underneath a yellow moon.

We have found the end of strife

Is the waking up to life -

Therefore you, who forced my vow,

Take my all of wisdom now.

Love has taught me but one truth -

Love is merry, love is youth,

We be children, he and I.

Where is your sagacity ?