early one morning
just as the sun was rising
i heard a voice a-calling
from the valley down below

it was my voice
my inner cry
as i face choice
to live or die

daren't venture
on adventure
dare not step
or show my pep

from every person
i quake and quiver
hide behind curtain
with lily-liver

Thus, song from Eden,
in long for freedom,
sings divine beau
in valley below

Oh, don't deceive me,
Oh, never leave me,
How could you use
A poor maiden so?