Waiting

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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