Danube's Shore

Along the river Danube's shore,
in a field, a young man lays,
staring at the midnight's sky's
splendid stellar rays.

He's laid there for so many years,
he's made the place his home.
And though we've shed a couple tears
we're glad that we have known

the man that lays in Danube's shore,
who died for love's embrace,
who gave his life for his dear wife
who wished to take his place.

For many years she wept,
and so the Danube grew.
The river, her own silhouette,
who took the love she knew.

The stars that shone on them before
still shine on them today.
Two now lie in Danube's shore,
and together they shall stay.