“Come To The Hills”

Come to the hills, the woods are green-- The heart is high when lovers meet-- There is a brook that flows between Mossed rocks where we will make our seat, Where we will sit and speak unseen.

I hear you laughing in the lane-- The heart is high when lovers meet-- The clover smells of sun and rain And spreads a carpet for our feet, Where we will walk and dream again.

Come to the woods, the dusk is here-- The heart is high when lovers meet-- A bird upon the branches near Sets music to our hearts’ sweet beat, Our hearts that beat with something dear.

I hear your step; the lane is passed-- The heart is high when lovers meet-- The little stars come bright and fast, Like happy eyes that watch us, Sweet, That see us greet and kiss at last.