In the Meadow - The Deep Dark Woods

I arose, early in the morning

Just as the dew was forming

She was there, the day we shared

In the meadow

The day is bright, and the season it is changing

My thoughts are rearranging

The forest springs and the larks they sing

In the meadow

The nights are long and the mornings they come early

The bindweeds they are curling

The flowers bloom and the summer looms

In the meadow

By and by, her nature so enticed me

She knew me so precisely

We prepared a dwelling there

In the meadow