Walking on Velvet Green -
Scots Pine growing.
Isn't it rare to be taking the air,
shinning -
Walking on Velvet Green.
Walking on Velvet Green
Distant cows lowing.
NNever a care: with you legs in the air,
loving -
Walking on Velvet Green.
Won't you have my company, yes, take
it in your hand.
Go down, on Velvet Green, with
a country-n n.
Who's a young girl' fancy
and maid's dream.
Tell your mother that you walked all
night on Velvet Green.
One dusky half-hour's ride up to the
north.
There lies your reputation and all that
you're worth.
Where the scent of wild roses turns the
milk to cream.
Tell your mother that you walked all
night on Velvet Green.
And the long grass blows in the evening
cool.
And August's rare delitesmay be April's
fool.
But think not of that my love, I'm tight
against the seam.
And I'm growing up to meet you down on
Velvet Green.
Now I may tell you that it's love and