My Beautiful Bride

Out in the heather where the sun burns bright
She swore to love me the rest of her life
But, my hands they shook as the noon bells chimed
So at the last bell I showed her my knife
And I laid to rest my beautiful bride
Out in the heather where the sun burns bright
Now all alone under the cool night sky
Where locusts scream and white moths fly
Silvery moonbeams fall on her grave
But twisting black vines have covered her name
For I loved too much my beautiful bride
And so gave her up to the cool night sky