A Breeze Windy Flower Fields,
Down The Valley Of Foreign Land,
From The European Coast Ilse
I See Beauty Of Corinthian Posts.
Randomly Filtered This Sight Of Faces
I Found A Treasure Where Peter Pan Lives
I Gazed It Closely By
Like A Water Drops In My Ear.
This Rarely Beauty Of Smile,
I’ll Lay Down That Field And Watch Over.
Oh! What Wallace Princess You Can Be,
For I Will Go To Scotland Greens,
And Steal This Precious Beauty,
To Here Where East Side I Dogged Up And Found
That Treasure Of Smile