O'ER mountain and valley, Where winds may still sally, In woodland and dale, So lusty and hale, That elfin and sprite Resist not their might: There lovers still throng In passion and song. We catch the first glance Of life and romance, Where drear and lonely soul Is ever thus made whole. And then sweet music seizes The mellow lullaby breezes, To brighten the morrow By healing its sorrow. |