by Dog, 2005
Now, I have been known as a man of wealth
I have fortunes and fate and my body’s well
But I need not my riches, luck or health
For my greatest treasure is Christabel
At one time I courted up and down
I’ve traveled out to the furthest dell
But I should have searched in my own hometown
For that’s where I found my Christabel
Her skin is white and her hair is black
And her smile makes me shiver all over
I had everything and my only lack
Was filled by my dark-haired lover
I fell in love with this lady fair
And she felt no need to tarry
I spent three days walking on the air
When I knew that we would marry
Oh Christabel she loved me dear
Oh Christabel my treasure
With me about you’ll never fear
I promise a life of pleasure
Now she and I have been joined for life
Embracing the rings that bind us
I’ll sell my manor and we’ll move away
And the world will never find us
I told her this the selfsame day
Of my plans of risk and daring
And she smiled sweetly, then turned away
To the meal she’d been preparing
Oh Christabel your food is good
Oh Christabel your baking
It seems I ate more than I should
For my tummy’s set to aching
I have now been ill in bed a while
Out of consciousness I’m flitting
But I cannot help but raise a smile
For the girl who is by me sitting
How quick this sickness took my hand
How soon my life is over
How fast must my manor, wealth and lands
Be bequeathed to my dark-haired lover
Dead am I now, laid in the earth
To the lights of heaven or the fires of hell
But I must ascend, for there’s too much worth
Being mourned by the sweet-faced Christabel
Now, I have been known as a man of wealth
But I can rest easy, for I feel well
Knowing that all my riches as well as health
Live on in the pure-hearted Christabel
No one did me so right as Christabel
I turn to the light, my Christabel