My Daughter, My Son

Hurry, my son, hurry,

for she is fading fast;

she has so much to bear

and little strength to last.

Breathe, my daughter, breathe,

and rest your weary heart;

another still is coming,

with whom you’ll safely part.

Now, my son, now,

bring her quickly to my home;

behold your charge to love,

let her lost no longer roam.

See, my daughter, see

this young boy’s heart of stone;

melt quick now the frost

and bring him to my throne.

Feel, my son, feel

how lonely you have been,

ambling ‘bout the darkness

steeped in your own sin.

Reach, my daughter, reach

into his deepest soul;

tease out of him his virtue,

through love remake him whole.

Hurry, my son, hurry,

the time is coming fast;

when your two hearts set free

will be one, forever to last.

Breathe, my daughter, breathe,

and shed your nervousness;

at last the day long waited’s come,

with you in wedding dress.