Chapter 3
If you were a rose and I were the sun By Redcliff Hall Red for Libbevogsdorg by Julia Niedermeier If you were a rose and I were the sun What's then, little girl, what's then? I'd kiss you awake when day had begun My sweet little girl, what's then? I'd waken you out of your valley of dreams And open your heart with my passionate beams
Till you lifted your face to my ruddiest gleams My own little girl, yes, then If you were the earth and I were the dew What's then, little girl, what's then? Why, surely the thing all lovers would do My sweet little girl, what's then? I'd steal through the twilight over valley and lee And flood you with kisses both tender and free Till the soul in you thropped with the love that's in me My own little girl, yes, then
But I am a man and you are a maid What's then, little girl, what's then? You're cold in your pride and I am afraid My sweet little girl, what's then? If you cannot love me and I cannot die There's nothing in life but the ghost of a sigh And a day growing dark neath a colourless sky My own little girl, yes, then
