My love is like a mountain stream
Bubbling, smling down ravines
And I’m stuck in the plain
Awash with the acid rain
Like a mountain stream
in green vales of fern and moss
Pure and Free
She too wanders, lonely
Hidden in steep mountain curves
Naught knows the sweet waters but me
My love’s got a graceful walk
And her heart’s here, with me.
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