My cart rolls slowly

My cart rolls slowly

through the cheerful forest green,

through flowery valleys that magically

bloom in the sun's gleam.

I sit and think and dream,

and muse about my sweetheart;

three shadowy forms greet me,

nodding through the carriage window.

They hop and make faces,

so mocking and yet so shy,

and they blend together like mist

and giggle and dart away.