In Her Ivory Tower

Lonesome, she waits in her ivory tower
Moments stretch out into hours
Days turn to night, nights into days
Eyes grow dim,hair grows gray
Heartbeats measure passage of time
Rain, summer, winter, comes every clime

Far, far away in her true love's home
Merry bells ring, seeds are sown
There days are warm, nights are gay
All through the year the month is May
Somewhere in mind a faint bell rings
An old old tune that heart does sing.

One day he'll come; one day he'll smile
Sit and wait, sit and wait awhile.