On Yonder Mountains


There on yonder mountains, who is forlorn?
Ah 'tis the, voice of my beloved,
I will hasten to be, with her.

What troubles you, sweetheart? Why weep so long?
If I weep, 'tis for my love.
Within your arms I long to be.

Our love so deep, sweetheart, let us enjoy!
Oh, make haste, the years go by!
The days of youth are all too short.

The sheep in the meadows fear not the wolf.
Why should you, O my sweetheart,
Fly from me at love's first call?

A French Canadian folksong.

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