Girl From A Summer's Fair

If you’re traveling to the still water fair,
Where the grapes hang heavy on the vine,
Remember me to one who lives there,
For she once was a true love of mine.

If you go when the moon is veiled,
Where the rivers rage and summer ends,
Please see for me that her smile stays warm,
To always keep her beside her friends.

Please see for me that her hair hangs in curls,
A golden wave washed down her breast,
Please see for me that her hair hangs in curls,
For that’s the way I remember her best.

Many times I used to look to the stars,
I'd fold my hands and softly pray,
That she'd never forget my heart,
That we'd never walk our own separate ways.

So if you’re traveling to the still water fair,
Where the sun sinks slow on the valley line,
Remember me to one who lives there,
For she once was a true love of mine.