That lives in her eye of grey,
And then my heart would know the peace
It dreams in the hills away.
I would her love were as red as the rose
That blows on her cheek of brown,
And then my sunless soul would laugh
At the woe that weighs it down.
She dwells in the valley, my little dark love,
Where the river sings to the sea,
And an ogham-stone sits by her door,