And o'er the hills, and far away Beyond their utmost purple rim, Beyond the night, across the day, Thro' all the world she follow'd him.

O eyes long laid in happy sleep! O happy sleep, that lightly fled! O happy kiss, that woke thy sleep! O love, thy kiss would wake the dead!

So, Lady Flora, take my lay, And if you find no moral there, Go, look in any glass and say, What moral is in being fair. Oh, to what uses shall we put The wild…

And on her lover's arm she leant, And round her waist she felt it fold, And far across the hills they went In that new world which is the old: Across the hills…

In our darkest hour, in my deepest despair Will you still care? Will you be there? In my trials and my tribulations Through our doubts and frustrations In my v…

Bid me to live, and I will live Thy Protestant to be, Or bid me love, and I will give A loving heart to thee.

Lovely Rita, Meter Maid, nothing could come between us. When it gets dark I'll tow your heart away