I can walk down garden paths,
And wander through the misty roses,
Until I find a resting place,
Where my love can find me.
I can sit on velvet skirts,
Upon a mossy knoll,
And ponder on the changing skies,
Until my love can find me there.
I can listen to a whip-her-will,
Cry her mournful tune,
And wonder if she lost her love,
As mine was lost to me.
I can lay me down on fragrant beds,
And watch as posies toss their sleepy heads,
Until I dream my heart away,
And wait until my love can find the way.