A small green valley a slow stream That sparkles silver in the light The young man lying there His blonde hair bleached by the sunlight As though he hasn't got a care He sleeps to one side hides his head He's very young his braided coat's Buttoned to his throat The water bubbles at his feet The humming insects chase around The body they've found on the ground The young man lying there Oblivious to the bee's sound As though he hasn't got a care He sleeps on one side hides his head He's very young his boots are wet His hat's beside him in the grass His blue coat's buttoned to the throat His posture's stiff in mauve clover You see the grass stuck to his soles The young man lying there His ribs punctured with two red holes As though he hasn't got a care