They joyously dance along!
They glance through the valleys like silver wings;
They twinkle, they gleam, they shine;
And while my heart in rapture sings,
They whisper they are mine!
Like a maiden’s tresses so sleek, so fine,
They ripple, and wave, and curl;
They blush ’neath the sunset like rosy wine,
And sing like a happy girl.
When, weary, I sink on the emerald sod,