We stood on a hilltop high
With
the golden sun up in the sky
We
bathed in each other’s company
And
the time passed idly by
Below
us stood the village mill
Wheel
turned by the silver water
While
on the hill a young man stood
Kissing
the Miller’s daughter
And
as we stood upon that hill
Beneath
that glorious summer sun
My
heart was lost to her forever
But
for the girl it was only fun
So
there would be no love affair
No
reciprocation of desire
She
was just a pretty butterfly
Flitting
from flower to flower
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