Joanna's Rock, by Derwent's side,
Where once a maiden sat,
And watched the waters ebb and tide,
And dreamed of this and that.
Where once a maiden sat,
And watched the waters ebb and tide,
And dreamed of this and that.
She sang a song, both sweet and clear,
A melody of love,
And banished every doubt and fear,
Like a gentle cooing dove.
A melody of love,
And banished every doubt and fear,
Like a gentle cooing dove.
But now the rock, alone doth stand,
And bears no trace of her,
As if by time's relentless hand,
Her memory did blur.
And bears no trace of her,
As if by time's relentless hand,
Her memory did blur.