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  1. The Last Maiden

From the recording Mist Over Avalon

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The Last Maiden
by Gwendolyn Spire

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By the edge of town where the wildflowers grow,
Under a purple moonlight's glow,
Lived a girl with a hopeful heart
And eyes that hid what no one knows.
She watched the lovers pass her by,
Hand in hand, never alone,
Every wish she whispered to the stars
Fell back down like stone.


She believed in signs and sacred flame,
In promises the night would keep,
But every door that love might open
Closed before her feet.


Oh, she was waiting, always waiting,
Oooh— for a love that never came.
Oh, she was hoping, always hoping,
Oooh— calling out a name.
Through the years and the tears and the falling rain,
She gave her heart the same old way,
Oh— she was waiting, always waiting,
The last maiden.


She danced alone at midsummer fires,
Heard the fiddle cry and sing,
Blessed the brides with honest smiles,
Watched them trade their rings.
She held her breath with every glance,
Every maybe, every chance,
But love would fade like morning mist
Before it could begin its dance.


She lit her candles, said her prayers,
To gods who never spoke,
Every promise love had made
Was another broken hope.


Oh, she was waiting, always waiting,
Oooh— for a love that never came.
Oh, she was hoping, always hoping,
Oooh— calling out a name.
Through the years and the tears and the falling rain,
She gave her heart the same old way,
Oh— she was waiting, always waiting,
The last maiden.



Oooh… oooh…
Ohhh… ohhh…
The nights grew cold, the stars burned dim,
Still she believed in "someday then."
Oooh… oooh…
Ohhh… ohhh…
She held her heart with both her hands
Till it broke where she would stand.


They found her where the old stones sleep,
As dawn began to rise,
No one there to say goodbye,
Just tears in open skies.
Her heart was worn, but never cruel,
Never learned what love could be,
Just a dream she chased her whole damn life
That never set her free.



Oh, she was waiting, always waiting,
Oooh— for a love that never came.
Oh, she was hoping, always hoping,
Oooh— calling out a name.
Through the years and the tears and the falling rain,
She gave her heart the same old way,
Oh— she was waiting, always waiting,
The last maiden.

Oooh… always waiting…
Ohhh… the last maiden…

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