SONG.
Reading edition
BY MARIE L. VAN VORST.
Show me the place where the white heather grows, Kind little fairies in bonnets of blue. Why don't you tell, when they said that you knew? Nobody knows! Show me the place where my little dream goes— (I wake in the morning the sky is so blue)— They said that you sent it. I thought that you knew. Nobody knows! What have you done with my pretty red rose? It fell like the down on the thistle I blew. They said you bewitched it—oh, say, is it true? Nobody knows!