Doringen (Chainsaw)

She waited on The days were stark She tried the trick Of praying hard But tricks don’t work Gods play it tough This is romance No loss - no love The lonely knight Somewhere in Wales Kisses his dear Doringen’s face The trial of love Was part of the rite I shall dote no more Beyond your sight” Doringen, Doringen Your man’s miles away Left you with prayers Mournful to say The lonely knight Somewhere in Wales Kisses his dear Doringen's face The trial of love Was part of the rite I shall dote no more Beyond your sight She will not wait Done by a villin Thrice in the woods Craves it again She asks: who cares for chilvary? Is not dreaming Grossly unreal? Doringen, Doringen Your man's miles away Looks for adventures A most knightly way Doringen, Doringen The fool miles away Sold you to devils Call it your day Doringen, Doringen The fool miles away Sold you to devils Call it your day