Down in the valley is a girl so pure she is like a white stag on a hill she stands alone by a tree at night and grows the flowers with her w...

Down in the valley is a girl so pure she is like a white stag on a hill she stands alone by a tree at night and grows the flowers with her will she sings a song of lamentation as she dances upon the dew, the white stag girl runs away with the dawn she may be running still