You would have me follow you
     To fenceless hills of brown and green
     To walk together in the dew
     And claim that you are morning's queen
          And laughing I and I alone
          Would be the jester to your throne

     Fish would be your willing pages
     And carried down the hundred streams
     They'd tell the earth and all the ages
     Of all your living lovely dreams
          And laughing you would try to shake
          Each little scene of dream awake

     As your laughter lit the land
     The windy fields would dance some more
     The rush of birds a roving band
     Each meadowlark a troubadour
          And laughing we would sit among
          Sweet songs of you that they had sung

     Earth will smile as we walk down
     The paths that whisper through the trees
     And Sun will offer you a crown
     That shows the secrets of the seas
          (And laughing I knew all of this
          When on my hand you placed a kiss)