Isn't a lovely night And so alive With fireflies Providing us their holy light And here we made a bed of boughs And thistle down That we had found To lay upon the dewey ground And isn't it a lovely day We got in from our play Isn't it ? A sweet little baby And wasn't it a lovely breeze
That swept the leaves Of arbor reeves And bent a brush of blushing knees And here we died our little d**hs And we were left to catch our breaths So swiftly lifting from our chests And isn't a lovely way We got in from our play Isn't it ? A sweet little baby