 | Orchard Songs |  |
103
AT EVENING
Below her in the valley farm
She heard the rustic mirth;
The pastures lessened to a line
Was heaven as much as earth.
She heard the rustic mirth;
The pastures lessened to a line
Was heaven as much as earth.
The fiddle poured a dancing tune,
That called her feet. And oh!
Her heart was hungry for the lad
She danced with long ago!
That called her feet. And oh!
Her heart was hungry for the lad
She danced with long ago!
| Orchard Songs | |