WHEN THE MORNING DEW DOES FALL

When the morning dew does fall
Falling from the open air
Where does it fall?
Tell me, tell me --where?

When the morning dew does fall
On my fair maiden’s golden hair
I shall write her a love poem
‘  You are the fairest of the fair’.

The dew will glow in lustre
Truly jealous am I of its pride
Shining like a pure diamond
Revelling in her hair---setting me aside.

I must kiss her dew-starred hair
To out-rival the covetous and unfair dew
Her love is all I live for
I shall whisper ‘ Forever I will love you’.