| 1 | That floats on high o'er vales and hills. | |
| 2 | Her dark hair waved untidy across her broad forehead. | |
| 3 | The girl ran like the wind, with her long hair flying about her face. | |
| 4 | Her hair was golden, gently waving to the middle of her back. | |
| 5 | I ascend, I float in the regions of your love O man. |