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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