XXXIO, it was out by DonnycarneyWhen the bat flew from tree to treeMy love and I did walk together;And sweet were the words she said to me.Along with us the summer windWent murmuring—O, happily!—But softer than the breath of summerWas the kiss she gave to me.
O, it was out by DonnycarneyWhen the bat flew from tree to treeMy love and I did walk together;And sweet were the words she said to me.Along with us the summer windWent murmuring—O, happily!—But softer than the breath of summerWas the kiss she gave to me.