Song of Sweet Berit

I heard him sing his song of Sweet Berit,
a long and sad lamentation carried
so mournful on the cold night air.
I found him on the rocky beach,
hands open to the offshore wind, calling the sirens,
pleading for the return of Sweet Berit,
like Orpheus crying for his lost bride.
His grieving sliced the night and filled my ears
with tales of gentle heart and tender love,
her warm kisses and soft arms 'round his neck,
lost forever to the swells of the storm,
till I too, was in love with Sweet Berit.