Original by Gordon Lightfoot here

(I actually prefer the Ian and Sylvia cover)

Supposedly written by Argrath after one of the many times he pissed off Lagertha and she flew away...

In Sweet Heler's morning rain

with a lunar in my hand

With an aching in my heart

And my pockets full of sand

I'm far from my Boldhome

And I miss her red hair so

In Sweet Heler's mornin' rain

With no place to go

Out on barren desert tracks 

Her white Snow mount set to go

Well I'm stuck here on the sand

Where no plant nor tree will grow

Now the hazia felt so good

And the women all were fast

There she goes my friend

She'll be trotting down at last

Hear the mighty hoof beats roar

See the silver wing on high

She's away and westward bound

Far 'bove Orlanth's clouds she'll fly

Where the mornin' rain don't fall

And fair golden Elmal shines

She'll be flying over my home

In about three hours time

This Old Pavis got me down

It's no earthly good to me

When I'm stuck here on the ground

As cold and drunk as I can be

You can't jump a hippogriff

Like you can a pirate ship

So I best be on my way

In Sweet Heler's mornin' rain

You can't jump a hippogriff

Like you can a pirate ship

So I best be on my way

In Sweet Heler's mornin' rain