Princess of Yonder Hill

T'was nigh at hand, so long ago

On eve of five July,

I came across on yonder hill

A path that t'would be mine

Criss-crossed the slopes and cutting grass

With ends that past high knee

Came 'pon a girl near twenty-two

And watched from 'hind a tree

Sweet songs, sang she, with lips unmoved

To flowers far and wide

Brown locks of curls bounced with her dance

Barefoot alongst hillside

Her smile kept the sun awake

Her laugh made green things grow

And dance, did she, 'til hours were wee

And I had turned to go

Alas, come find to my surprise

As glance was cast away

Stood front of me, n'other but she

And bid me that I stay

With eyes of colors 'cross the world

And colors yet to know

She offered me her gentle hand

T'was from thince we did go

Up top the hill she guided me

Her footfalls soft as snow

We danced beneath the blinking stars

Her song it ever flowed

Yet as the new day rose again

It faded to the trees

The winds did sweep her off the ground

Stole her away from me

And nowadays, walk here do I

On path well-tread and kept

Remember my Veronica

And all the she did left

The tree on which I once did lean

To watch this creature dance

Still bears the mark of where she stood

Gold footprints long have last'

And on the field where wince she was

When autumn warms the air

Her purple flowers climb the hill

And grow thick everywhere

Along hilltop where once she twirled

Now golden flowers grace

Spelling her name, Veronica,

Amongst the purple lace

'Tis on this eve of five July

And on this hill alone

You can still hear her songs of old

Beneath a fading sun.