All beside a small green hill 'neath a rowan tree Sang a blackbird low and sweet And sweet sang of Nora Lee, R.: Nora Lee laughing through the fair Springtime goes the way you walk And swallows in the air. In your blush the rose was born In your voice a song Your soft eyes a bright blue star Lost its light among R. When the mistletoe is green Midst the winter snows Sunshine in your face is seen In your cheeks the rose R. Though beside the small green hill No glad bird may sing In my heart your song endures Take my golden ring. R.
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