Oh Silver Wind that crosses over ocean, wood, and snow
Keep watch upon my wandering heart
For my Lady Fair will carry it wherever she may go
And it's not been mine since we did part
I see her in the morning mist that rises to the sun
And in life's song I hear her speak
Always I will find her there as long as time may run
For she's the one my heart will seek.
May the many paths I walk by day and dream by moonlit night
Guide me as I move my feet
To the ancient Crossroads where in silver light
I and my Lady Fair once more will meet.