Thistledown in prison sings: br br Bright shines the summer sun, br Soft is the summer air; br Gayly the wood-birds sing, br Flowers are blooming fair. br But, deep in the dark, cold rock, br Sadly I dwell, br Longing for thee, dear friend, br Lily-Bell! Lily-Bell! br br Lily-Bell replies: br br Through sunlight and summer air br I have sought for thee long, br Guided by birds and flowers, br And now by thy song. br br Thistledown! Thistledown! br O'er hill and dell br Hither to comfort thee br Comes Lily-Bell.