"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!" "Through sunlight and summer air I have sought for thee long, Guided by birds and flowers, And now by thy song. "Thistledown!
Thistledown! O'er hill and dell Hither to comfort thee Comes Lily-Bell."
