Birds are singing
Bells are ringing
Sweet scents are in my nostrils tingling
Sky awakes
The baker bakes
Muckers rake
Thieves take
All is well
In Valley Greane
Even when the mourners keen
The wheel of life goes round and round
Their feet may never touch the ground
Over rivers
Under falls
Echoes ring off mountain walls
Not tall or short
Neither fat nor thin
A young girl walks among the din
With swaying hips
Through crowds she skips
To a ruddy boy she greets with soft lips
Young love is neither pure nor true
Yet it may be
Just for these two
They stroll together
Hand in hand
Until the music man
Strikes up the band
People laughing
Feet tapping
Arms around each other wrapping
Our pair they dance
Throughout the day
Until the sun
Has gone away
And when it's time
For parting ways
They need to leave
But wish to stay
A tender
whispered
soft
goodnight
This love won't die without a fight
Young love is neither pure nor true
And yet it is
Just for these two
