LAMENT OF THE Mac LEOD

And here I am, with a hundred lovers buried, still alone.
She said I'd not be married--how could she have known?
Here I belong, never growing any older nor more wise,
And my deathless life grows colder, every time I rise.
CHORUS
Who would you want to live forever?
Who would you choose to never die?
If not she, why me?
Will no-one tell me why?

I am immortal, I have inside me blood that never cools.
Now I lie here in the mud--behold the king of fools.
I have no rival, no man can be my equal with a sword,
But my tale will have no sequel, my journeys no reward.
CHORUS

Dust in the wind, gathered up and blown away for evermore,
While I live on another day, to fight my futile war.
Goodbye, my love: you were all I ever wanted for a prize.
Now my deathless life is haunted, every time I rise.
CHORUS
Who would I want to live forever?
Who would I choose to share each day,
If not she?
Who wants forever anyway?