In the Winter Garden
Little Heyla sleeps
While all the nymphs around him
Can do naught but weep
And dreaming to and fro
Heyla steps outside
Walking down a little path
Through a door that’s open wide
Passing over fields of flowers
a lush and dark green wood
Heyla awakens from his slumber
By a white stone statue he stood
I’m lost! he thought
As he quickly turned around
To see from whence he came
to hear a familiar sound
All the nymphs had followed
Little Heyla on his trip
He recognizes tears of sorrow
and kissed the nearest on her lips
She sighed and smiled the slightest smile
Heyla patted her beautiful head
Soon he had kissed every glorious nymph
A round full of smiles as they carried him off to bed.