This is a beautiful song, but it has a great weakness. Who believes a person fell deeply in love at the first meeting and then mourned for the rest of his life for a person he hardly knew? It's hard to keep interested in such a tale.
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Speaking of lone damsels, recently four of us were in rural Iceland, heading for a bird refuge. On the way in, we observed and photographed birds on a nearby farm. (There were more birds on the farm than in the refuge.)

After a while, the daughter of the place, a beautiful blonde girl about sixteen approached us to see what we were doing. She and the DH were talking about birds when her grandfather appeared out of nowhere,
looking over her shoulder and checking us out. I don't say there was a poof! and a column of smoke, but I sure never saw him or heard footsteps.

Everything went well, although Grandfather's smile remained on the stiff side. I'm telling this story to show that the things that happened in the song are still happening.