Come Sit with Me

Come sit with me
in the place you dwell,
down in the hollow,
across the green Dell.
I'll tell you the stories,
who no one will tell,
about folks in the hollow,
across the green Dell.
A young person, was seen,
either a girl or a boy,
who played in the grass,
all green, browns and gold,
who drank from the spring,
so he would never get old.
You do not believe it, I see,
but the young boy I described,
that young boy was me.