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.
