WHERE ARE YOU DEAR? (I.P.)

Behold, a lady comes this way
Clad all in white, her face so pale,
And as she walks I hear her say
‘Where are you dear? Where are you?’

As on she wanders through the wood
She turns her head from side to side;
‘I know you’d answer if you could –
Where are you dear? Where are you?’

I see tears glisten in her eye;
She passes me without a glance.
The bluebells bend as she goes by.
‘Where are you dear? Where are you?’

Such sorrow seen in one so fair
Fills my heart with compassion.
I long to ask and stroke her hair.
What ails you dear, what ails you?

I follow close; I need to know
What troubles such a gentle girl,
Who does she seek? Where will she go?
What ails you dear, what ails you?

But then I see her like a spirit fade -
I start to run towards her;
But she has gone, I feel afraid –
Where are you dear, Where are you?

A young man comes, he looks so sad
And asks me ‘Have you seen her?’
I nod my head and hear the lad
‘Where are you dear? Where are you?’

She should by now have been my wife
But now I cannot find her
And I will seek her all my life –
Where are you dear? Where are you?’

He calls in anguish, starts to cry
‘I won’t believe she’s gone’
Then shakes his head and walks on by
‘Where are you dear? Where are you?'

I turn to go; but on the hill
I see the lady walking
And I believe she cries there still
Where are you dear? Where are you?