She climbs the mountains, high, high, high;
Poor little creature, she has but one eye.
(A star.)
In Marble Walls
In marble walls as white as milk,
Lined with a skin as soft as silk,
Within a fountain crystal-clear,
A golden apple doth appear.
She climbs the mountains, high, high, high;
Poor little creature, she has but one eye.
(A star.)
In marble walls as white as milk,
Lined with a skin as soft as silk,
Within a fountain crystal-clear,
A golden apple doth appear.