Cantel

A WAY from days too cold,
Away from hearts too old,
Honey-Mouth, O Honey-Mouth,
I go to the Isles of Gold!

Will it be to North or South
That I find them, Honey-Mouth?
The King no entry there I'm told
Except the dead alloweth!

So be it, from days too cold!
So be it, from hearts too old!
Honey-Mouth, O Honey-Mouth,
I go to the Isles of Gold!