Will you walk in the fields, love?
    Let us be gone.
The tall grass will wave to thee
    Fairest one.

Will you walk in the meadows, love?
    Let us be gone.
The Flowrets will greet thee
    Fairest one.

Will you walk in the woods, love?
    Let us be gone.
The tall trees will bend to thee
    Fairest one.

Will you walk by the river, love?
    Let us be gone.
The stream will reflect thee
    Fairest one.

Will you walk on the hill, love?
    Let us be gone.
The blue sky will bend o'er thee
    Fairest one.