IntroVerse 1She Danced With Daisies In Her Hair—Like A Springtime MeadowAnd All The Hills Would Stop And Stare—And The Flowers Sing OutLike Golden Bells Upon The Breeze—Whoa!—With Songs Of Sun And Budding LeafVerse 2I Heard Her Singing In The Reeds—By The WithywindleLike Silver Floating On The Breeze—Even Old Man WillowWould Hear Her Voice And He Would Smile—Whoa!—Her Voice, Like Morning LightVerse 3I Took Her Hand And Called Her Fair—River-Woman’s DaughterWe Wed Beneath The Willows There—In Her Bright Green GrottoThe Forest Folk All Came To See—Whoa!—All Fur And Claw And Cunning TeethVerse 4I Took Her Dancing Through The Hills—Like A River RunningFrom Mountain Glade To Valley Fields, And The Halls Of SummerRang Out And Sang In Harmony—Whoa!—As Flowers Bloomed And Blossomed SweetBridgeThey Call Me Eldest; I RememberThe First Seed And Drop Of RainAnd My Voice Can Set The Trees AndAll The Hills To Laughing SongMy River Daughter, Clear As WaterAnd Slender As A Willow-Wand;She’s Waiting For Me, And The LiliesThat I Bring When Summer’s GoneWhen All The Leaves Make Golden Halls—Whoa!When All The Leaves Make Golden HallsOutroMerry Dol, Merry Dol Tom Dillo
