Come lay with me within the glen,
And all the valley be your ken,
Then acquire all within your sight,
If you will offer the same right.

Possess the flowers, grass, and sun.
Of all these things, I will have none.
I choose the prize of greater worth;
Like choosing heaven over earth.

In this land flowers always bloom,
A summer long that cometh soon.
But flowers soon will fade to gray,
When they against your merits weigh.

In this land grass be always green,
Always shine with beauteous sheen.
Yet the garden field has a lesser gleam,
When matched with thine face, it seems.

In this land, the sovereign star,
Can ner' by the clouds be marred.
For though the day's eye casts its light,
Thine eyes strike me as far more bright.

My bargain to trade nature's gifts,
A deal as such I would make swift.
Instead of flowers, grass, and sun;
For you, three I would trade for one.