Waiting

Expressionism. Medium shot. A lone young woman stands on a windswept cliff overlooking a turbulent sea. Loose brushstrokes convey the raw emotion of the scene. Her silhouette is stark against a stormy, bruised sky. Dramatic lighting. A sense of profound loss. Oil painting, emotional intensity, textured ...

My love has gone Across the sea To find a country far and fair. He sailed into the gilded West And lo, my heart will never rest Until my love returns to me Or I set out To find him there.

Come home, come home I sing to thee My love, come home and rest thy head I'll watch for you the winter long And sing for you a summer song And if you can't return to me Then I will sail To you instead

Through towering wave And shriek of gale I'll aim my vessel ever West And steer it by the cord that bound My heart to yours until you're found.

And should you find my body pale And wrecked upon the lonely shale Rejoice, my love And call me blessed! In death, my love I loved you best.