Ballad

Follow, follow me into the South,

And if you are brave and wise

I'll buy you laughter for your mouth,

Sorrow for your eyes.

I'll buy you laughter, wild and sweet,

And sorrow, grey and still,

But you must follow with willing feet

Over the farthest hill.

Follow, follow me into the South,

You may return tomorrow

Wearing my kisses on your mouth,

In your eyes my sorrow.