Far far far away
A Lilly drips with dew
The sweetest sound of summer days abreast the winter's  gloom.

And all but now a world away as far from here to there,
A voice beckons clear
The sweetest breath,Sweet Mary Magdalen'sy lips
Oh shuttersing,
Oh withering
swoon.

And there amongst this mother fair Lays a silly child's dream
A fair Lilly in the sweat mothers hand,
Far far far away.