Over the mountains And over the waves, Under the fountains And under the graves; Under floods that are deepest Which Neptune obey, Over rocks that are steepest, Love will find out the way.
Where there is no place For the glow-worm to lie; Where there is no space For receipt of a fly; Where the midge dare not venture Lest herself fast she lay, If love come, he will enter And will find out the way.
Some think to lose him Or have him confined. Some do suppose him, Poor thing, to be blind; But if Never so close you wall him, Do the best that ye may. Blind love, if so ye call him, Soon will find out his way.
You may train the eagle To stoop to your fist; Or you may inveigle The phoeonix of the east; The lioness, you may move her To give over her prey; But you<ll never stop a lover, Love shall find out the way.