I never wrote you a love song Somehow words could not express what I needed to say And so I never wrote you a love song And now it's much, much too late 'cause you've gone away But I will build this monument To remember all the love we once had And I'll close my eyes and make it how it used to be I swear I never stopped loving you with everything I am And it hurts so much to think you stopped loving me You stopped loving me So I wish that I'd had written you a love song And somehow you understood what it feels to be me Because the Angel loves the spirit forever And does it unconditionally But I will build this monument To remember all the love we once had And I'll close my eyes and make it how it used to be I swear I never stopped loving you with everything I am And it hurts so much to think you stopped loving me You stopped loving me I met a lady in the meads Full beautiful --- a faery's child; Her hair was long, her foot was light, And her eyes were wild. I made a garland for her head, And bracelets too, and fragrant zone; She look'd at me as she did love, And made sweet moan. I set her on my pacing steed, And nothing else saw all day long; For sideways would she lean, and sing A faery's song. She found me roots of relish sweet, And honey wild, and manna dew; And sure in language strange she said, 'I love thee true.' She took me to her elfin grot, And there she wept and sighed full sore, And there I shut her wild wild eyes With kisses four. And there she lulled me asleep, And there I dream'd --- ah! woe betide! --- The latest dream I ever dreamt On the cold hill side. I saw pale kings, and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried --- 'La Belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall!' I saw their starved lips in the gloam With horrid warning gaped wide, And I awoke, and found me here On the cold hill side. And this is why I sojourn here, Alone and palely loitering; Though the sedge is wither'd from the lake, And no birds sing.