Poor Narcissus... He was minding his own business, hunting in the woods, and because he failed to answer a nymph's love the gods cursed him to fall in love with his own reflection in a pond, and die from thirst and fatigue. Was he really so cruel that he deserved such a fate? What could his side of the story have been?
lyrics
I was a hunter and one with great skill
I followed the path of the deer
No other man to be found in these hills
Till one day a presence drew near
Come out and face me, said I
But my words came back in reply
My true love plays hide and seek when I try to kiss him
And he beckons me to come
My face in the water's only love on the surface
Just the slightest touch and he's gone
Echo came out with her arms open wide
Startled, I turned her away
Hurt by rejection, she withered and died
Only her voice lives today
And then to avenge Echo's name
The gods made me suffer the same
Come to me, my love, come to me, my love, come to me, my love
I'm cursed by the wrath from above
For making the choice not to love
Come to me, my love, come to me, my love, come to me, my love
Come to me, my love, come to me, my love, come to me, my love
Come to me, come to me, come to me
Come to me, come to me, come to me
credits
from Kaleidoscope Tales,
released January 4, 2011
Written by: Tim de Man (music), Loes van Schaijk (lyrics).