Oh, simple maid with rustic grace, Thy rugged beauty fills my gaze, Thy gentle spirit doth amaze, And fills my heart with love’s warm blaze.
Thou art not clad in silken gown, Nor wear’st a crown of jeweled renown, But in thy soul a light doth drown, And shines more bright than any crown.
Thy voice is like a gentle spring, Whose melody doth sweetly sing, And in thy eyes a peace doth cling, That soothes my soul like angels’ wing.
No pomp or power doth thee adorn, But in thee love’s pure light is born, That shines brighter than the morn, And warms my soul like summer’s warm.
Oh, simple maid of humble birth, Thou art the fairest on this earth, For in thy heart true love doth lurk, That shines more bright than any work.
So let us walk hand in hand, Through fields and flowers of this land, And let our love forever stand, Like a castle built upon the sand.
