Goldberry - River Daughter

There she stood,
upon the hill,
Looking like a fairy,
With hair of the golden sun,
There was the sweet Goldberry.

Her skin was fair,
Her laughter bright,
her voice like a lark at first light,
Bright eyes as blue as the sky,
Her beautiful songs flying high

The beauty of her shining face,
the wonder of her walking grace.
The River daughter, clothed in water,
Lilys spread about with laughter,
Lovely, lovely river daughter.

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