Sweet fruits grew on the other bank-side
Where the sun always shone so bright
In summer there were girls, young and fair
But he was not allowed to go there
He was a prince and the druid tried hard
To teach him in religion and in the arts
He was smart with his sword; he was quick with his hands
But there were things he couldn’t understand
Ref.
“Don’t cross, don’t cross the river” said the druid
“Don’t cross, don’t cross it!
If you go and cross the river” said the druid
“If you go you will have to die”
When the moon was full in the prince’s dreams
The fairest of the young girls came to him
She offered him peace and she offered him love
In the land that he could only dream of
After that night she came again and again
Begged him to come with her and be her man
He said he was not allowed to go to her home
And yet he didn’t want her to leave him alone
Ref.
“Don’t cross, don’t cross the river” said the druid
“Don’t cross, don’t cross it!
If you go and cross the river” said the druid
“If you go you will have to die”
At day the prince seemed as if he was not well
And the simple people soon began to tell
The story of a witch who put a spell upon him
But no one really knew just what had been
One night when the moon was full again
The prince went to the river and
The girl appeared and he took her hand
From then on he was never seen again