Bright shines the summer sun, Soft is the summer air; Gayly the wood-birds sing, Flowers are blooming fair. But, deep in the dark, cold rock, Sadly I dwell, Longing for thee, dear friend, Lily-Bell! Lily-Bell!
Lily-Bell replies:
Through sunlight and summer air I have sought for thee long, Guided by birds and flowers, And now by thy song.
Thistledown! Thistledown! O'er hill and dell Hither to comfort thee Comes Lily-Bell.
