My love bring me pretty things,
Coloured ribbons and sweet posies;
And I will entwine strands of gold,
Around a bunch of roses.
...
While a myriad of stars crown the night,
Above the earth and the oceans deep;
And a luminous smiling silver moon,
Looks down on a world that sleeps;
...
The forest looked weird and gloomy,
Beneath the dark sky and eerie moon;
And the trees swayed rhythmically to and fro,
To the flautist's haunting tune.
...
My Love
My love bring me pretty things,
Coloured ribbons and sweet posies;
And I will entwine strands of gold,
Around a bunch of roses.
My love gather wild flowers,
To wind around my hair;
And from a length of purest silk,
I will make a gown to wear.
My love play me music,
On a harp with strings of gold;
And while I sing a love song,
Tender lilies will unfold.
My love from the rays of the setting sun,
Make a gold ring for my finger;
And from the shining moon above,
I will spin you a cloak of silver.
My love make me a promise,
That we will never part;
And I will give you everything,
I will give to you my heart.