“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.”
“Love is in the greenwood, dawn is in the skies, And Marian is waiting with a glory in her eyes.”
“...love lies hidden in every rose...”
“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.”
“One kiss, my bonny sweetheart; I'm after a prize tonight, But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light. Yet if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day, Then look for me by moonlight, Watch for me by moonlight, I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way.”