Song parody of
The Ballad of Maude and Connor (feat. Nick Wolf [first mandolin])
by Deborah Stokol
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She waits in her tower
She waits there each night
She paces the room
With a small, flickered light
She looks out the window
And thinks
Are you coming?
He rides on his wingéd white horse
With the dawn
He sings at her window
But she is forlorn
He asks, my dear Maude
Will you come ride with me?
My dear Maude, will you please come home?
He grew up with dreams
Of a girl, yonder there
He hopes that above all
Her mind will be fair
That they'll have a care
For a love they've been building
She haunts all his eves
With the thoughts that she leaves
She's strong, and she's kind
But she's distant as sheaves
Of wheat in the winter
When halls have grown cold
Dear Maude, he thinks, do you still love me?
She must leave her tower
Sacred as a flower
Leap from heights unknown
To the fields below
And she's free to go
Connor, let her sing and grow
Connor, call her from down below
Connor, let her read and learn
Then she might burn
To come back to you
Well, the years, now they've passed
And she wandered away
She traveled so far
With the sun did make hay
She looked at her tower
As if through a dark glass
He haunted her eves
With the visits to dreams
He sang her sweet song
And she came along
She has a winged horse now
It's tall with gold hair
Maude, he said, you have come home
Connor's no longer alone
The skies have glowed with all that's shone
There's a star with their name — now you know
She waits in her tower
She waits there each night
She paces the room
With a small, flickered light
She looks out the window
And thinks
Are you coming?
He rides on his wingéd white horse
With the dawn
He sings at her window
But she is forlorn
He asks, my dear Maude
Will you come ride with me?
My dear Maude, will you please come home?
He grew up with dreams
Of a girl, yonder there
He hopes that above all
Her mind will be fair
That they'll have a care
For a love they've been building
She haunts all his eves
With the thoughts that she leaves
She's strong, and she's kind
But she's distant as sheaves
Of wheat in the winter
When halls have grown cold
Dear Maude, he thinks, do you still love me?
She must leave her tower
Sacred as a flower
Leap from heights unknown
To the fields below
And she's free to go
Connor, let her sing and grow
Connor, call her from down below
Connor, let her read and learn
Then she might burn
To come back to you
Well, the years, now they've passed
And she wandered away
She traveled so far
With the sun did make hay
She looked at her tower
As if through a dark glass
He haunted her eves
With the visits to dreams
He sang her sweet song
And she came along
She has a winged horse now
It's tall with gold hair
Maude, he said, you have come home
Connor's no longer alone
The skies have glowed with all that's shone
There's a star with their name — now you know
