My Lovely Lass

The mountains and the misty moon,
the sunset and the sea,
the world of wonder shining bright;
they're nothing now to me.

For when I sit and scan the lake,
and in its mirror peer,
I long to see reflected there
the one I loved so dear.

Beside my own familiar face
caught in that mystic glass,
I yearn to see the girl I lost:
Lorraine, my lovely lass.

For once, the rocks and crags we climbed,
to where the skylarks sing,
and o’er creation’s hills and vales
our true love song would ring!

The mountains and the misty moon,
the sunset and the sea,
without the one with beauty’s smile,
they’re emptiness to me.