Running, walking, standing,
We were always together,
Down the farm lane
In the sweet hedged weather.
Oh, we knew delight
Under silver-clouded night
When we found each other's lips again
In the dark down the farm lane.
Side by side, or one leading
The other with a hand
Breezy to the touch, and fleeting
Like meadow wind in woodland.
Oh, we knew delight
Under silver-clouded night
When we found each other's lips again
In the dark down the farm lane.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem