Tune: “From the River”
By the lakeside,
She gazes on far-flung pathways,
Flowery bridges and beaches in rainy haze.
It’s a sad sight the songstress fair
Knitting her soft brows cannot bear
All the day long.
How can she forget the evening tidal song?
Where is his boat which has to roam
Far, far from her and far from home?
It is late spring,
And her heart will break to hear orioles sing.
Taking a look,
West of the brook,
At the long willowy pathway,
She cannot hear the horse of the roamer neigh.