ABSTRACT
The hills embrace me, loth to let me go; The maidens think me fair to look upon,
And trees lean over, glad to hear me flow. Thro' field and valley, green because of me, I wander, wander to the distant sea.
The hills embrace me, loth to let me go; The maidens think me fair to look upon,
And trees lean over, glad to hear me flow. Thro' field and valley, green because of me, I wander, wander to the distant sea.