If you were the Earth and I were the Dew,
What then, little girl, what then?
Why surely the thing all lovers would do,
My sweet little girl, what then?
I'd steal through the twilight, o'er valley and lea,
And flood you with kisses, both tender and free
'Till the soul in you throbbed with the love that's in me,
My own little girl, yes then.
But I am a man and you are a maid,
What then, little girl, what then?