Love Song

My love, we will go, we will go, I and you

And away in the woods we will scatter the dew;

And the salmon behold, and the ousel too

My love, we will hear, I and you, we will hear

The calling afar of the doe and the deer.

And the bird in the branches will cry for us clear

And the cuckoo unseen in his festival mood;

And death, oh my fair one, will never come near