Green are the hills of the land I call home,
Far across the sea,
And green are the eyes of my one true love,
Who was cruelly torn from me.

Red is the sand of the land I now roam,
In the heat of the day,
And red was the blood that was spilled from her wounds,
As her spirit slipped away!

Pale is the moon in the heavens above,
Where she waits for me,
And pale was her skin as she breathed her last,
Lying there 'neath the old rowan tree!

Black is the night and the hearts of the beasts,
Who would pose as men,
And black is the space she has left in my heart,
That will never fill a again!