The tiller mans team, waits by the stream
Patiently to disband
Prepared he now, with horse and plough
This rich and earthly land
Wise birds know, as crofters sow
Easy pickings are at hand
Worms and seeds, fulfil their needs
Nature’s cycle understands
With brood to hatch, so they scratch
This springtime wonderland
We kiss and talk, in furrowed walk
Distant the watermill seems
In shaded bower, by sunlit hour
The mountain water teems
Cascades and falls, o’er craggy walls
Gentle bold supreme
Held in the charms, of lover’s arms
Ambling way downstream
My love and I, we passeth by
Lost in lovers dreams |  |
