Underneath a weeping willow veil.
In love my sweetheart and I fell.
In a field of clover, sweetheart became my lover.
Alongside a babbling brook, sweetheart gave me a sultry look.
In a reflection from a mountain stream.
You could see sweetheart's eyes beam.
In mountains where clouds touch the sky.
Sweetheart's and my love did fly.
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