Drifting on a summers night, drinking that good old gin
Thinking bout her pretty face, and now she dragged me in
Her love is like the daffodils, that buds in the month of may
As quickly as it does bloom, fades so fast away
She gave such lovely glances, my heart away has gone
She charmed away my senses, and loved me till the dawn
She left me in the morning, at nearly half past nine

Waited till the clouds did weep, to tell me she'd never be mine
How happy are the auslots, how quickly they do die
My father warned me of that girl, but listen did not I
Some folks love to fish, others like to bowl
I loved that girl and now she's gone, to travel this world alone
Travel this world alone

- Drifting On A Summer's Night, The Deep Dark Woods