Birds in the High Hall Garden by Frederick Delius Lyrics

Birds in the high hall garden
When twilight was falling
Maud, Maud, Maud, Maud
They were crying and calling

Where was Maud? in our wood;
And I who else? was with her
Gathering woodland lilies
Myriads blow together

Birds in our wood sang
Ringing thro' the valleys
Maud is here, here, here
In among the lilies

I kiss'd her slender hand
She took the kiss sedately;
Maud is not seventeen
But she is tall and stately

I know the way she went
Home with her maiden posy
For her feet have touch'd the meadows
And left the daisies rosy