Have You Seen My Lovely Miss

Once I lived as a poet brave Who loved a maiden fair. I wrote a ballad for my love, And breathed a silent prayer. My love left home one gloomy day For fear of her father’s wrath. She ran, she walked, she climbed up high Upon a mountain path. Oh, have you seen my lovely Miss Upon the mountain high? I’ll search all night till break of day, And scan the distant sky. May I hold her hand once more And feel her tender kiss? But fluffy clouds all enshroud My lovely little Miss. Perhaps she’s dancing with the stars, And angels on the fly. I must see her once again, She forgot to say goodbye.