Yride And Far Away

Who will follow Yride?
Who will follow her over hills,
Where she leaps across bright rills,
Where others pause to drink?
Who will follow her far away?

Who will follow Yride?
Who will follow her over springs
Where the restless birds fold their wings,
And cease their wanderings?
Who will follow her far away?

Who will follow Yride?
For she leaps across the gulfs of air,
And there are wonders and perils there,
In the desolate light of shooting stars.
Who will follow her far away?

Who will follow Yride?
Across the brightest bays of seas
Whipped to whitecaps by the breeze,
Where neither is there rest nor ease?
Who will follow her far away?

Who will follow Yride?
For she glances across the streams,
And goes on into her dreams,
Forever leaving all else behind.
Who will follow her far away?

Who will follow Yride?
Who will follow her until the end,
Down all the trails that she may wend,
And still be her companion and friend?
Who will follow her far away?

I will follow Yride,
Across the water and across the land,
I will be ever at her right hand;
I will be ever at her right side.
I will follow her far away.

I will follow Yride,
Leaping like the hind at play,
Flying like the bird at autumn's first day,
And no matter what the others may say.
I will follow her far away!