IStrings in the earth and airMake music sweet;Strings by the river whereThe willows meet.There’s music along the riverFor Love wanders there,Pale flowers on his mantle,Dark leaves on his hair.All softly playing,With head to the music bent,And fingers strayingUpon an instrument.
Strings in the earth and airMake music sweet;Strings by the river whereThe willows meet.There’s music along the riverFor Love wanders there,Pale flowers on his mantle,Dark leaves on his hair.All softly playing,With head to the music bent,And fingers strayingUpon an instrument.