Words from her heart to my heart alone,
Oh little Swallow pity me.
Tender, and ardent, and secret things,
Sprang to her lips, as the water springs
Up from the earth where the blue mist clings.
Oh little Swallow pity me.
"I am a garden grown desolate,
Oh little Swallow pity me.
I of them all, will remember yet,
Oh little Swallow pity me.