Lily-Bell and Thistledown Song II

Thistledown in prison sings:

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 airI have sought for thee long,

Guided by birds and flowers,

And now by thy song.

Thistledown!

Thistledown!

O'er hill and

Hither to comfort

Comes Lily-Bell.