I've been roaming

I've been roaming, I've been roaming

Where the meadow dew is sweet,

And I'm coming, and I'm coming

With its pearls upon my feet.

I've been roaming, I've been roaming

O'er the rose and lily fair,

And I'm coming, and I'm coming

With their blossoms in my hair.

I've been roaming, I've been roaming

Where the honeysuckle creeps,

And I'm coming, and I'm coming

With its kisses on my lips.

I've been roaming, I've been roaming

Over hill and over plain,

And I'm coming, and I'm coming

To my bower back again.