ALMA

Beyond the rising hill Behind the sky curtain Over the curling water My love waits hidden. One day I shall find her.

She is small, and very white And her long hair curls in black And she is not perfect to look upon. But as she swims in the clear stream The waters ripple back in laughing love.

She is mine, and none else's. I shall go to her by the rock; We shall live each by each, And stray far in our wandering, And swim in the clear laughing stream.