The Return From Town lyrics
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
As I sat down by Saddle Stream
To bathe my dusty feet there
A boy was standing on the bridge
Any girl would meet there
As I went over Woody Knob
And dipped into the Hollow
A youth was coming up the hill
Any maid would follow
Then in I turned at my own gate, -
And nothing to be sad for -
To such a man as any wife
Would pass a pretty lad for