from Leeneia (edited by Leeneia for singing)-

Away to the Mountain's Brow

Away, away to the mountain's brow where the trees are gently blowing.

Away, away to the mountain's brow where the streams are tumbling and flowing.

And beauty, my love, on your cheek shall dwell like the rose as it blooms in the day,

while the wind that breathes through the flowering dell shakes the sparkling dewdrops away.

[partial repeat ]

Away, away to the rocky glen where the deer are wildly bounding.

Away, and the hills shall echo in gladness again to the kestrel's cry resounding.

And beauty, my love, in your eyes shall glow like the sun at the end of the day.

while the wind that breathes through the flowering dell shakes the fading petals away.

[partial repeat]

from John L. Hatton, the Songs of England