The Convert

As at sunset I was straying Silently the wood along, Damon on his flute was playing, And the rocks gave back the song, So la, la! Softly tow'rds him then he drew me; Sweet each kiss he gave me then! And I said, "Play once more to me!" And he kindly play'd again, So la, la! All my peace for aye has fleeted, All my happiness has flown; Yet my ears are ever greeted With that olden, blissful tone, So la, la!