Maiden of Tears I hear a sound like gentle rain But my path is sheltered; tears of pain? Then I see her standing there, Just for an instant, pale and fair. I walk towards her, but she turns And walks away, and my heart yearns. I follow gently, keeping time, Her footsteps are echoed by mine. Does she run, or does she lead? This stony path unknown to me. I resolve to follow, no matter where, In love with this maiden of tears so fair.