IN THE VALLEY.
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DOWN the valley will I wander, singing songs forlorn, Waiting for the maiden coming up between the corn.
Down below I hear the river babbling to the breeze, And I see the sunlight kiss the tresses of the trees.
All the corn is shining with the tears of early rain: Come, thou sunlight of mine eyes, and bring the dawn again!
Down the valley will I wander, singing songs forlorn, Till I meet the maiden coming up between the corn.