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Home Library of Sorenzia LEGENDS, MYTHS, AND SONGS Ballad of the Lover of Ambrose

Still Lovely Waiting

(The Ballad of the Lover of Ambrose)1,2

 

The Halls of Ambrose are waiting.

When full bright the harvest moon

Shines its path across the sea

He"ll come. He swore he would save her

From wedding bells at noon.

 

Soft as doves cooing in the morning

Light as breezes on her lip

She walks the battlements waiting

For her love to keep his promise,

For signs of the returning ship.

 

By night the stars fall silent

By dawn, she’ll be married soon.

She clings her fate to his promise

On his knees he swore he’d come

Save her from wedding bells at noon.

 

The king is old and surly

His breath smells full of rum.

His Halls of Ambrose crowd around her

Stones whisper to her his taunt:

Your lover will never come.


Grey storm clouds fling him backwards

Giant waves sweep him off the ship.

Her scream as she leaps from the tower

Courses down through icy depths

Curses the promise he never kept.

 

Four score years the halls lie waiting.

When full bright each harvest moon

Shines its path across the sea

He comes, sworn still to save her

From wedding bells at noon.

 

He walks the sea on moon-pulled waves

Seaweed dripping from every step.

He passes through the halls of Ambrose

Cursed with eyes of glowing embers

For the promise he never kept.

 

The Maid of the Harvest is each year chosen

Her youth brings laughter to ev’ry stone

Her blush colors the peach next spring.

To the Halls of Ambrose she’s taken

To spend her Blessing of the Moon alone.

 

He walks through the halls of Ambrose

Seaweed dripping from every step

Through eyes of glowing embers

He sees his love still lovely waiting

For the promise he’s each year kept.

 

His hand on her neck feels cold

His kiss on her breast is frozen.

But the old king’s lust is never sated

Till the Halls of Ambrose see proof

She’s the one he's this year chosen.

 

 

 

1Version of the Ballad of Ambrose translated and transcribed to lute by Verl, Singer of Norgondy in the year 631YD.

2Often a subject of debate for the priests in the library of Sorenzia, is this note scrawled backwards in Verl’s handwriting on a copy of the ballad found among his personal papers. Read in front of a mirror, the note asks: "Did the Halls of Ambrose ever exist? There was once a Barony of Ambrust destroyed by a coastal volcano in the year 591YD. In Halven, north of the blighted coast, a belief still remains that the virgin births recorded each year by a "Maid of the Harvest" come from the moon god’s visit during their so-called Blessing of the Moon. Is this a connection?"