The streets up and down;
But no place do I find,
Though quiet and still,
Like the green shady woods
On the slope of the hill.
Oh! give me the place where
I wantonly strayed;
Where in hot summer days
My weary head laid;
Oh! give me the place where
The streets up and down;
But no place do I find,
Though quiet and still,
Like the green shady woods
On the slope of the hill.
Oh! give me the place where
I wantonly strayed;
Where in hot summer days
My weary head laid;
Oh! give me the place where