Sylvan

Long, long ago when the moon was a maid

And the little gold stars were children small,

You had your home in the forest glade

And I lived alone in a waterfall.

You piped and sang in the woodland glade

And forth I ran at the magic call;

And oh! we laughed and loved and played,

And nobody cared at all.

Long, long ago when the moon was a maid

And the little gold stars were children small,

When you were a faun in the forest glade

And I was a nymph in a waterfall.