Templar’s Bay

Over the heather and down to the sea,
Templars exercising their right to be free,
Down through the forest and into the bay,
The smell or tobacco, spices and hay,
Wearing a ribbon to prove I am sold,
I wait for my love in the wind and the cold,
Here I will wait for him to disembark,
To the song of the breeze, and the gulls, and the lark.

Will you ever come home,
Will you ever come home,
Will you ever come home,
Will I always be alone?

Faithful and true but resigned to my fate,
Victim of ridicule, jealousy and hate,
Waves bring the ships into shore every day,
No sign of my true love since he ran away,
Watched by the Templar and claimed as his own,
Not safe for a woman here all alone,
Hiding my face and my shame from his whim,
I belong to my true love, never to him.

Taken by force from my home in the bay,
Ripped from comfort and carried away,
Scolded and beaten and stripped of my youth,
Only these God-fearing men know the truth,
Beaten and broken, I dream of my past,
Hoping my true love will come home at last.
Long to return to my home in the bay,
The smell of tobacco, spices and hay.