As evening fell, a maiden stood

At the edge of a wood.

In her hands lay the reins

Of a stallion.

And ne'er I'd seen a girl as fair,

Heard a gentler voice anywhere.

Whispered, "Alas..."

She belonged, belonged to another--

Another forever.

Yes, she belonged to

the twilight and mist.

-- Song from

Legends of the Fall


-- Lyrics by Brock Walsh