I dreamt I dwelt in marble halls
With vassals and serfs at my side
And of all who assembled within those walls
That I was the hope and the pride.
I had riches all too great to count
And a high ancestral name.
I dreamt that suitors sought my hand,
That knights upon the bended knee
And with vows no maiden's heart could withstand,
They pledged their faith to me.
And I dreamt that one of that noble host
Came forth my hand to claim.
But I also dreamt which pleased me most
That you loved me still the same,
That you loved me
You loved me still the same.
- Roma Ryan
