Meadow Dance

When the meadow is dressed in a robe of wild flowers
and the forest is a painted pink, white and green.
I'll bid thee come, my dear sweet maiden,
Come dance wild dances my beloved colleen.

I will crown thee with a laurel of splendid white blossoms,
the proper and royal, barefoot young maid.
We will sing our songs and dance among wild flowers,
till all our cares are ended and all sorrows fade.

We will dance for the gladness of being together,
in honor of a friendship long we have known.
Then dance to a pure love we've shared together,
to the peace of knowing we were never alone.

Then when the darkness falls on our dancing
and night replaces the shimmer of day,
I will return thee home, my dear sweet maiden,
I will return thee home, then steal away.

After think of me often, when ‘er the meadow is robed in wild flowers.
Think of the lad who shared your dance and your song.
Please don't forget me, dear dancing young maiden.
Remember the one who sang, and danced and then was gone.

Perhaps when meadows again are clothed in robes of wild flowers
and the forest is painted bright pink, white and green,
I will return to thee, to dance with thee, sing with thee, laugh with thee,
then crown thee with blossoms, the proper, royal, barefoot colleen.

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