An errant breeze had teased them into laughter.
A ray of sun went dancing o’er the lands, the fertile lands,
The perfume of a rose came running after.
The waters of the river caught their smile, their cheery smile,
And rippled joy to ev’ry merry comer.
A robin fluttered softly to the stile, the shady stile,
And raised his head to sing a song of Summer.
A dainty maid came tripping o’er the grass, the springing grass,
The alder touched her gently on the shoulder.
The zephyr kissed the tresses of the lass, the little lass,