Maiden of the Tree

A pleasant, yet incomplete love song. It was blatantly stolen from A Song of Ice and Fire. Can often be parodied on the spot, replacing the Maiden with a horse, a plant, or an aardvark.

My featherbed is deep and soft,

and there I’ll lay you down,

I’ll dress you all in yellow silk,

and on your head a crown.

For you shall be my lady love,

and I shall be your lord

I’ll always keep you warm and safe,

and guard you with my sword.

And how she smiled, and how she laughed,

the maiden of the tree.

She spun away and said to him,

no feather bed for me.

I’ll wear a gown of golden leaves,

and bind my hair with grass

But you can be my forest love

and me your forest lass