Birds in the high hall garden
When twilight was falling
Maud, Maud, Maud, Maud
They were crying and calling
Where was Maud? in our wood;
And I who else? was with her
Gathering woodland lilies
Myriads blow together
Birds in our wood sang
Ringing thro' the valleys
Maud is here, here, here
In among the lilies
I kiss'd her slender hand
She took the kiss sedately;
Maud is not seventeen
But she is tall and stately
I know the way she went
Home with her maiden posy
For hеr feet have touch'd the meadows
And lеft the daisies rosy