A single rose bush bloomed upon the hill.

A lover there with roses in her hair —

A wafted scent of flowers through the air —

A simple life but one that’s lived fulfilled —

If ever ye should need me find me there.

I’ll be amongst the flora and the fawn.

From dusk, I’ll dance with pixies ‘til the dawn.

I need no introduction to appear.

Come over, darling. I would keep you near.