In a vale where the foxgloves lean,

Where the stream runs clear and the moss grows green,

A man met a maid with eyes like dew,

And the sky turned soft, and the wild birds flew.

Once there was a love so true,

Once there was a sky so blue,

Once there was a world so wide-

And they walked it side by side.

She wore a garland of rowan red,

He carved her name in the old oak's head.

They sang where the mountain shadows fall,

And the wind knew the tune of their hearts' call.

Once there was…

No parchment signed, no chapel bell,

Just fern and feather, hill and dell.

Their vow was made in hush and light,

And held by stars through every night.

Once there….