A country girl in love

You don’t have to go to the dale

To find her playing with a butterfly;

She would hide from you

As she is young and shy;

You can’t see her among trees and bushes

For she does not stay in a place;

Just track down her in fields

On her head she has done a new lace;

She may be on the hill, sitting on stone

And staring at the sky in a pensive mood;

She has been going there to watch

The flitting clouds since her childhood;

Yonder at the edge of dale you can see

Her squatting by the river side playing;

With sands, snails and pebbles

Watching the boats as they go down gliding;

Sometimes I watch her lithely tread

The narrow paths across the desolate field;

Her eyes looking for someone

Where the green crops wild flowers yield;

She is lost in herself and wanders through

Vales, forests, hills and hot desert;

Singing, dancing, laughing and murmuring

No one knows what is in her heart;

Sometimes they think she has met

Someone somewhere in those lonely lands;

Who fell in love with her and promised

To return and would ask her for her hands;