And raindrops in her tresses.
Three tiny rosebuds lightly rest
Within the haven of her breast—
Her locks are short and curly.
The sun is gone! Down comes the rain!
I leave my heart cleft well in twain
Within the Lock at Hurley!
Hurley Lock, June.
And raindrops in her tresses.
Three tiny rosebuds lightly rest
Within the haven of her breast—
Her locks are short and curly.
The sun is gone! Down comes the rain!
I leave my heart cleft well in twain
Within the Lock at Hurley!
Hurley Lock, June.