Skipping she came
With fiery hair
O'er the green hill
Like the sun rising
Pale her skin
Bright her eyes
Rosy cheeks
And sweet mouth smiling
Down into the valley
Dancing she goes
And about her sweetly
Flowers grow
In the light of her face
Dew drops glistening
And all the morning is filled
With her sweet voice singing
Oh sweet, fiery, fair
The fragrance of spring
Embalmed in her skin
And flowers in her hair
Oh sweet, fiery, fair
My heart to you I'd bare
Fill me with your warmth
Bathe me in your light
Take my hand
Oh sweet, fiery, fair
And speak your name
And speak then mine
And take me then
To where your head
Rests peacefully
And then let mine
Rest upon your breast
And breath deeply
Your fragrance and your warmth
Fill me untill overflowing
And soar with me to dream
Of that valley and the spring
And the sun red rising
And your sweet voice sining
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