With the seasons onward moving,
Each more gladsome, each more fair.
DOLLIE’S SPRING.
Deep within a mountain forest
Breezes soft are whispering
Through the dark-robed firs and hemlocks,
Over Dollie’s Spring.
Swiftly glides the tiny streamlet,
With the seasons onward moving,
Each more gladsome, each more fair.
Deep within a mountain forest
Breezes soft are whispering
Through the dark-robed firs and hemlocks,
Over Dollie’s Spring.
Swiftly glides the tiny streamlet,