With a heart that is warm as the nest of a dove,
In the bend of the valley, I wait for my love.
"When the splendour of summer makes spangles of snow,
And lights with red lilies the gloom of the glen;
While the forest is flushed with azalea's glow,
And the melody of fountains floats through it again;
With a heart that is true to its nest as a dove,
On a lawn of sweet roses, I wait for my love.
"When the tempests of Autumn have turban'd the peak,
And the gray shadows hover above their stronghold;