The breeze in the trees brings a scent of orange blossoms
And the skies turn soft and blue,
When there’s no one around except the girl you love
And the girl you love loves you,
which was often not amorous and rose to as fine a thing as The Siren Song:
Come to us, we’ve waited so long for you,
Every day we make a new song for you;
Come, come, to us, we love you so.
Leave behind the world and its fretting
And we will give you rest and forgetting,