  Come to the hills, the woods are green— The heart is high when Love is sweet— There is a brook that flows between Two mossy trees where we can meet, Where we can meet and speak unseen. I hear you laughing in the lane— The heart is high when Love is sweet— The clover smells of sun and rain And spreads a carpet for our feet, Where we can sit and dream again. Come to the woods, the dusk is here— The heart is high when Love is sweet— A bird upon the branches near Sets music to our hearts' glad beat, Our hearts that beat with something dear. I hear your step; the lane is passed;— The heart is high when Love is sweet— The little stars come bright and fast, Like happy eyes to see us greet, To see us greet and kiss at last. |
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