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Early on one winter's morning,
I took the road to Islandbridge;
'Twas there I spied a fair young maiden,
Walking by a greenwood hedge.
Where are you going, my lovely maiden,
On this cold and winter's day?
She said, my friend, I walk with angels,
To guide the stranger on his way.
Gentle maiden, how I love you,
And my heart it breaks in two;
All the stars up in the heavens,
Could never shine as bright as you.
But I am just a lonely traveler,
Lost within a stranger's land;
Where no angels walk beside me,
Where there's none to take my hand.
She said, the road that you must travel,
Is long and weary to your feet;
But you must walk the road before you,
And some day again we'll meet.
And when that day has come upon us,
And the winter winds have died;
On Islandbridge we'll be together,
And walk with angels side by side.
