Song

My love is in a light attire

     Among the apple trees,

Where the gay winds do most desire

     To run in companies.

There, where the gay winds stay to woo

     The young leaves as they pass,

My love goes slowly, bending to

     Her shadow on the grass.

And where the sky’s a pale blue cup

     Over the laughing land,

My love goes lightly, holding up

     Her dress with dainty hand.