Of the darker hue of,
The tree of pine -
Her hair fell all over,
Her shoulders, and,
A little below.
Her short hair,
Were long in their own;
For they'd tangle me,
When I'd walk,
By her side,
Or while sleeping,
At night,
In my dreams.
Of the darker hue of,
The tree of pine -
Her hair fell all over,
Her shoulders, and,
A little below.
Her short hair,
Were long in their own;
For they'd tangle me,
When I'd walk,
By her side,
Or while sleeping,
At night,
In my dreams.