She was the loneliest girl in the world, and of that she was sure She would go walkin' at night by the light of the silvery moon She would a-whistle a line, keeping time with the click of her boots

He heard it himself at a quarter to 12 Oh, what a sad little tune She must be the loneliest girl in the world

Now every night, honey, he kept the window a little ajar. In case she comes by again, whistling high, and then him, from afar He wanted to shout: "Woman, I hear your song, know where you're coming from, please let me know who you are!"

But he couldn't dare alert the guards placed around the castle.

"You must be the loneliest girl in the world." The Golden Guard murmured to himself one night, watching you from his window as you walked and whistled along the edge of the moat surrounding the palace tonight.