Shy One, Shy One, Shy One Of My Heart, She Moves In The Firelight Pensively Apart. She Carries In The Dishes, And Lays Them In A Row. To An Isle In The Water With Her Would I Go. With Carries In The Candles, And Lights The Curtained Room, Shy In The Doorway And Shy In The Gloom; And Shy As A Rabbit, Helpful And Shy. To An Isle In The Water With Her Would I Fly.