Perhaps By Chance I’ll Walk With Thee

I walk among this lonely grotto
As whispers haunt me as they mock me
Whisper forth sweet darlings, echo forth my children
Far in the north there is a well

That cast no shadow as far as I can tell
Much like the beacons of my night
Where angels walk, absent from sight?
Mark my words in tongues I speak

My hand, is my virtue as I sleep
As the wolves howl in the moonlight
Beckon forth my lonely traveller
Sombre mourn as I awake

Fools step with feeble toes
My crypt, I keep when you impose
Sense in life I leave behind
To walk beneath the stars so fine

Like the shadows of my feet
I have walked alone my lonely sweet
Through the valley among the trees
Where now I rest in open ease

There is life with no surprise
As I’ve walked among this sheltered life
Once I walked a lonely tread
Thoughts would rattle in my stead

To stab at thee with cross and bow
Perhaps by chance I’ll walk with thee
Thine own hand hath cast thy spell
To slip away void of shell