The mountains and the misty moon
The sunset and the sea
The world of wonder shining bright
Are not enough for me
When I take pause to scan the lake
Into its depths do peer
I long to see reflected there
The one I love so dear
Beside my own familiar face
Caught in that mystic glass
I yearn to see the girl I lost:
Sweet Kate, my lovely lass
For then the rocks and crags I’d climb
To hear the skylark sing
And o’er creation’s hills and vales
I’d roam to hear them ring
With love and laughter like before
When at the kissing gate
I’d met the one with beauty’s smile
My dearest, darling Kate