Tis a Maiden

Tis a Maiden I saw in the garden one day, picking flowers.

sounds of water tapping upon the shore.

Birds flying in the sky- singing lallabyes.

Tis a Maiden I saw in the garden one day picking flowers.

Listen closely to the sounds ringing softly in your ear.

Come my sweet, let's settle down , build a cottage outside of town.

Where the flowers always grow, springtown is forever more.

Summer sun shines and shines,

and autumn leaves never die.

Tis a Maiden I saw In the Garden one day picking flowers,

listen closely melodies. 

By Jay C. Burns

TXU-183/780/730