Come to the hills, the woods are green--
_The heart is high when_ LOVE _is sweet_--
There is a brook that flows between
Two mossy trees where we can meet,
Where we can meet and speak unseen.
I hear you laughing in the lane--
_The heart is high when_ LOVE _is sweet_--
The clover smells of sun and rain
And spreads a carpet for our feet,
Where we can sit and dream again.
Come to the woods, the dusk is here--
_The heart is high when_ LOVE _is sweet_--
A bird upon the branches near
Sets music to our hearts' glad beat,
Our hearts that beat with something dear.
I hear your step; the lane is passed;--
_The heart is high when_ LOVE _is sweet_--
The little stars come bright and fast,
Like happy eyes to see us greet,
To see us greet and kiss at last.