You came down from your throne and stood at my
I was singing all alone in a corner, and the melody caught your
ear. You came down and stood at my cottage door.
Masters are many in your hall, and songs are sung there at all
hours. But the simple carol of this novice struck at your love. One
plaintive little strain mingled with the great music of the world,
and with afiower for a prize you came down and stopped at my cottage