In one of these lonely Orkney Isles There dwelled a maiden fair Her cheeks were red, her eyes were blue She had yellow, curling hair Which caught the eye and then the heart Of one who could never be A lover of so true a maid Or fair a form as she Across the lake in Sandwick Dwelled a youth she held most true And ever since her infancy He had watched those eyes so blue. The land runs out into the sea It's a narrow neck of land Where weird and grim the Standing Stones In a circle there they stand. One bonny moonlit Christmas Eve They met at that sad place With her heart in glee and the beams of love Were shining on her face When her lover came and he grasped her hand And what loving words they said They talked of future's happy days As through the stones they strayed. They walked toward the lovers' stone And through it passed their hands They plighted there a constant troth Sealed by love's steadfast bands He kissed his maid and then he watched her That lonely bridge go o'er For little, little did he think He wouldn't see his darling more. CHORUS Standing stones of the Orkney Isles Gazing out to sea Standing stones of the Orkney Isles Bring my love to me He turned his face toward his home That home he did never see And you shall have the story As it was told to me When a form upon him sprang With a dagger gleaming bright It pierced his heart and his dying screams Disturbed the silent night. This maid had nearly reached her home When she was startled by a cry And she turned to look around her And her love was standing by His hand was pointing to the stars And his eyes glazed at the light And with a smiling countenance He vanished from her sight. She quickly turned and home she ran Not a word of this was said For well she know at seeing his form That her faithful love was dead And from that day she pined away Not a smile seen on her face And with outstretched arms she went to meet him In a brighter place.