Dark Narrow Water your secrets you hold
Though the days are long gone since your knights were so bold
Yet your name’s still remembered when tales they are told
Of you and the lovely Lassara.
This high-born maiden was sad and dismayed
When within your dark walls she, a prisoner was made
And daily she wept while nightly she prayed
That someone would come who would free her.
Her spirit sought freedom to wander at will
And to gaze at the wonders beyond the next hill
The cries of the seagulls made her lonely heart thrill
That somehow she might fly to her lover.
A handsome young troubadour happened that way
Who sang of earth’s wonders in clear roundelay
Before his song ended, he’d stolen away
The heart of the lovely Lassara.
To her he appeared the most perfect on Earth
To her kin, he was merely a butt for their mirth
To be scorned for being a youth of low birth
They forbade him to see the young maiden.
He crossed the dark inlet, the lovesick young swain
From Nun’s Island he sang forth his melodic strain
‘Till he strayed within bowshot and was cruelly slain
And they rendered him up to the ocean.
Lassara was troubled and tossed in her sleep
She heard in a vision his voice from the deep
She raced to the parapet, sprang from the keep
To her death, and her lover, who waited.
Beyond forever, the currents they ride
The minstrel and she who dared be his bride
Their arms locked together they float side by side
They had found their own freedom together!