Shy one, dear one, keeper of my heart. She moves in the pantry quietly apart
There she pours the flour. There she kneads the dough to an isle in the water with her I would go

Shy one, dear one, keeper of my heart. She moves in the parlor quietly apart
She stands against the window, all in the fire glow to an isle in the water with her I would go

Shy one, dear one, keeper of my heart. She moves in the chamber quietly apart
And there she smoothes the linen and fluffs the pillows so to an isle in the water with her I would go

But I cannot sail for my boat has holes. So I rumple her pillow and I stir the coals
And in the parlor I guess she knows to an isle in the water with her I would go