The Princess And The Peasant

Fair maiden on thy castle wall Come down to me, thou wilt not Fall I bring to thee no gleaming riches No satin dresses with golden Stitches I come to thee with no poem or song But it is for thee my heart truly Longs Oh if thou wouldst to me come down I would give thee a flowered Crown And by right, love's first kiss of mine Would be for thee, of finest Line If thou would cometh down to me My heart, my all I'd give to Thee Though be I but a common man All I would ask for is this, your hand Kudos to seuratski for the help