Walking on velvet green. Scots pine growing.
Isn't it rare to be taking the air,
singing.Walking on velvet green.
Walking on velvet green. Distant cows lowing.
Never a care: with your legs in the air,
loving.Walking on velvet green.
Won't you have my company, yes, take it in your hands.
Who's a young girls fancy and an old maid's dream.
Tell your mother that you walked all night on velvet green.
(REST THE SAME)