O’er the waving, glistening grass
Come a loving lad and lass.
Strolling so leisurely, languidly, dreamily,
Plucking a flower now here and now there;
Chatting so merrily, happily, cheerily.
Blessings be many on that loving pair.
Notice how carefully, lovingly, tenderly,
O’er the rough way he is guiding her feet.
See how she eagerly, joyfully, gratefully
Drinks in the strains of his voice low and sweet.