I gave to her a honey comb
to brush her golden hair,
and placed on her a daisy chain
around her neck so fair.
Foxgloves I gave to warm her hands
and blue bells for her wrist,
then from the mountain air I stole
the pine fresh perfumed mist.
A dress made up of fallen leaves
and stitched with silk worm thread,
and there a spider spun a veil
to place upon her head.
I gave to her a sweet bouquet
of fresh assorted blooms,
and took her hand and gave to her
a ring of wild mushrooms.
Beneath the stars I gave my heart
and to me she gave her kiss,
as two lives where bound as one
in the act of wedded bliss.