On hilltop a girl does reside,
As from people she wants to hide.
And down at the hillside,
I come from afar to abide.
There's a meadow so wide.
For living I work as a guide;
In this job I do take pride.
Everyday in a bus I ride.
One day she and I “collide”.
Then she becomes my bride.
For it no one can us chide;
Our love lasts thro time and tide.