O’er the Mountains High He Went

Armenian Legends and Poems [1916] at sacred-texts.com

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O’ER THE MOUNTAINS HIGH HE WENT

FOLK SONG

O'ER the mountains high he went,
     Love, love!
     In the meadows above
     I seek for my love.
With a weary sigh he went.
     Love, love!
     To fight thou art gone
     While I stay here alone.

Neither quail nor partridge stirred.
     Love, love!
     In the meadows above
     I look for my love
And he left without a word.
     Love, love!
     To fight thou art gone
     While I stay here alone.

Like a flower's fragrance sweet
He came past, and vanished fleet.
     I beheld him and I loved
     But we never more shall meet.

When my lover rode away
Not a farewell did I say;
     None there is to help him now--
     Sourb Carapet, ¹ bless his way!

Footnotes

81:1 The patron saint of lovers.