IN THE VALLEY.

DOWN the valley will I wander, singing songs forlorn, Waiting for the maiden coming up between the corn.

Down below I hear the river babbling to the breeze, And I see the sunlight kiss the tresses of the trees.

All the corn is shining with the tears of early rain: Come, thou sunlight of mine eyes, and bring the dawn again!

DOWN the valley will I wander, singing songs forlorn, Till I meet the maiden coming up between the corn.