The Sun is Kid behind a palm,
A purple shadow fills the dell, With merry laugh the Burma maids Come trooping to the village well. Ah me I Ah me ! what love tales it could tell Could it but speakathe village well !
The clattering rope runs round the wheel,
The crystal water gleams below, The crimson fires of sunset fade And tinge the golden afterglow. Love's old, old tale the simple maidens tell With beating hearts around the village well.
The sun has set, the scented night
Shines blue between the rustling trees, The laughter of returning maids Is faintly borne upon the breeze. Now softly tolls the evening bell, And all is hushed around the well.
From "Songs of Burma" (Vol. I.),
by Messrs. Swinhoe and Alves.
Copyright, - - Messrs. Boosey e Co.Copyright, - - Messrs. Boosey e Co.