Poet 歌词

The poet wrote a sonnet to the lady in the bonnet Whom he saw across the river from his spot beneath a tree He wrote into his ditty that he found the lady pretty But he really felt too tired to leave his spot beneath the tree Won't you cast your eyes toward me That my own may say i love thee Oh at last i see a lady i would wed Pray don't walk away and leave me For although t'would surely grieve me It would hurt me more to have to raise my head She looked across the river and he felt his body shiver But she didn't see and walked on by his spot beneath the tree The bonnet in a minute disappeared and all within it And the poet sighed but wouldn't leave his spot beneath the tree