Echo and Narcissus
A boy was walking in the woods,
A pretty boy, a lovely boy,
So afraid to be alone.
"Is anyone here?" he cried, he cried,
"Is anyone here?" cried he.
"Here" she answered, filled with love,
The pretty nymph, the lovely nymph,
Who always answers, but never begins
"Here, here" she cried, she cried,
"Here, here!" cried she.
The beautiful boy looked all around
The pretty woods, the lovely woods,
And, with a loud voice, "Come!" he called.
"Please come?" he cried, he cried,
"Please come!" cried he.
"Come" she replied, pleadingly
That pretty nymph, that lovely nymph,
He looked around, but saw no one,
"Come, come!" she cried, she cried.
"Come, come!" cried she.
The boy, deceived by the answering voice,
Such a pretty voice, a lovely voice,
Tried again to see her face.
"Here let us meet." He cried, he cried.
"Here let us meet!" cried he.
"Let us meet!" she repeated, and extends
Her pretty arms, her lovely arms,
To wrap him in her love's embrace.
"Let us meet!" she cried, she cried,
"Let us meet!" cried she.
But Love was what he did not want,
This pretty boy, this lovely boy,
Who fled from her amorous grasp.
"Embrace me not! And may I die," he cried, he cried
"if I give you power over me!" cried he.
"I give you power over me!" was her response,
the pretty nymph, the lovely nymph,
as she stood there all alone.
"I give you power over me!" she cried, she cried
"I give you power over me!" cried she.
A boy was walking in the woods,
A pretty boy, a lovely boy,
So afraid to be alone.
"Is anyone here?" he cried, he cried,
"Is anyone here?" cried he.
"Here" she answered, filled with love,
The pretty nymph, the lovely nymph,
Who always answers, but never begins
"Here, here" she cried, she cried,
"Here, here!" cried she.
The beautiful boy looked all around
The pretty woods, the lovely woods,
And, with a loud voice, "Come!" he called.
"Please come?" he cried, he cried,
"Please come!" cried he.
"Come" she replied, pleadingly
That pretty nymph, that lovely nymph,
He looked around, but saw no one,
"Come, come!" she cried, she cried.
"Come, come!" cried she.
The boy, deceived by the answering voice,
Such a pretty voice, a lovely voice,
Tried again to see her face.
"Here let us meet." He cried, he cried.
"Here let us meet!" cried he.
"Let us meet!" she repeated, and extends
Her pretty arms, her lovely arms,
To wrap him in her love's embrace.
"Let us meet!" she cried, she cried,
"Let us meet!" cried she.
But Love was what he did not want,
This pretty boy, this lovely boy,
Who fled from her amorous grasp.
"Embrace me not! And may I die," he cried, he cried
"if I give you power over me!" cried he.
"I give you power over me!" was her response,
the pretty nymph, the lovely nymph,
as she stood there all alone.
"I give you power over me!" she cried, she cried
"I give you power over me!" cried she.
