Whenever I enter
more than mortal fire
burns in my soul
and does my song inspire

Fresh from the duewy hill, the merry year
smiles on my head, mounts its flaming car
Around my young brows, the laurel rises a shade
and rising glories beam around my head
My feet are winged while over the duewy loan
and i meet my maiden risen like the morn
Oh bless those holy feet
like angel's feet,
Oh bless those limbs
beaming with heavenly light !

Like an angel glittering in the sky,
in times of innocence and holy joy :
the joyfull sheperd stops his gratefull song
to hear the music of an angel's tongue !

So when she speaks, the voice of heaven i hear...
So when we walk, nothing impure comes near :
each field seems eden, each calm retreat,
each village seems the haunt of holy feet...
But that sweet village where my black eyed maid
closes her eyes in sleep beneath night's shade.

Fresh from the duewy hill, the merry year
smiles on my head, mounts its flaming car
Around my young brows, the laurel rises a shade
and rising glories beam around my head
My feet are winged while over the duewy loan
and i meet my maiden risen like the morn.

Whenever I enter
more than mortal fire
burns in my soul
and does my song inspire