Oh, resplendent mighty sire Precious stones are not my hire Neither half of your empire Do I covet or desire In my bosom it has soared What has soared? The sun adored As of your enchanted songbird Deeply have I grown enamoured Shadow trails her, nought trails her In endless heavens She finds her shelter Concealed in grasses Fragrance abiding Behind the moon She lies in hiding Behind the dawn Men have yearned for her in numbers Now they sleep their squalid slumbers I had rather offer thee Of sweet apple twigs times three Water quick and water still From beyond the worldly sill When the sun is off its cross Mountaintops will ay lock horns Shadow trails her, nought trails her In endless heavens She finds her shelter Concealed in grasses Fragrance abiding Behind the moon She lies in hiding Behind the dawn