While strolling down a country lane
I came upon a maiden fair
She didn’t see me where I stood
So I could watch her, as I dare.
Her cottage door was open wide
As I, a stranger, lingered there,
So I saw clearly, deep inside
To watch her, sitting, in her chair.
A weaving loom she deftly fingered,
As her shuttle crossed the weft,
She hummed a simple melody while
left to right and right to left.
I felt elated by the scene
And as I quietly stole away
I whistled the tune as I walked along
I still remember it ’til this day.