I said ‘Goodbye’ to the fields of the Summertime ,
The loud cries of the Village-Fair
The Mist in the Vale by the Rising-Sun,
To the Girl with the Titian Hair.
I said ‘Farewell’ to the Brooks and the Cottage near,
To the Birds and the songs they do share,
The walks in the Dusk after long sultry days,
By the Girl with the Titian Hair.
A lasting look to the Larkspur and the Rose,
And the scent that give all to the air,
The Oak in the Lane where I spoke of the Heart,
To the Girl with the Titian Hair.
I said ‘Goodbye’ to the Sun setting far in the West,
For the Eve’s were all burnished and rare,
Where she told of her Love for another in wait,
For the Girl with the Titian Hair
Now when the frost and the Snow of the Wintertime come,
To strip the dress of the Countryside bare,
I will think of a Love one Summertime Past,
To the Girl with the Titian Hair.