“...love lies hidden in every rose...”

“Love is in the greenwood, dawn is in the skies, And Marian is waiting with a glory in her eyes.”

“And still on a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees, When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas, When the road is a gypsy's ribbon looping the purple moor, The highwayman comes riding-- Riding--riding-- The highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door. Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard, He taps with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred, He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there But the landlord's black-eyed daughter-- Bess, the landlord's daughter-- Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.”

“I'll come to thee by moonlight,though hell should bar the way.”

“Oh, grown-ups cannot understand,And grown-ups never will,How short the way to fairylandAcross the purple hill.”

“The universe is neither centered on earth nor the sun. It is centered on God.”

“The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,The road was a ribbon of moonlight, over the purple moor,And the highwayman came riding--Riding--riding--The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.”