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
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
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