One Last Cold Kiss - Christy Moore

The two island swans, mated for life

And his faithful heart would not consider any other wife

For three years' peaceful joy 'midst the rushes of the pond

Proud and gentle was the loving of the last two island swans

And their love was like a circle, no beginning and no end

With his lady by his side, a treasure and a best friend

And the pond was all so peaceful in the rising of the sun

Young and free as the island breeze, their life had just begun

On a dread day in November when the seering cold did start

Stalked the hunter with his bow and put an arrow in her heart

Husband, come to my side — let your feathers warm my pain

For I fear I shall not share another day with you again

And the cold winds blow

He was brave but he’s laid low

By her body in the island mist

I saw him give her one last cold kiss … one last cold kiss

Now of swans the people talk of only one in this day’s tide

Though they brought him twenty ladies, he would take no other bride

And they say he will not come from the spot where she did fall

Once so proud, he’s beaten now, and he will not speak at all