| Shy one, shy one, |
| Shy one of my heart, |
| She moves in the firelight |
| Pensively apart. |
| She carries in the dishes, |
| And lays them in a row. |
| To an isle in the water |
| With her would I go. |
| She carries in the candles, |
| And lights the curtained room, |
| Shy in the doorway |
| And shy in the gloom; |
| And shy as a rabbit, |
| Helpful and shy. |
| To an isle in the water |
| With her would I fly. |