The bees were in the blossoms and the woods were white as snow,
With miles and miles o' daisies in a springtime long ago;
And the winds from dreaming meadows came with kisses sweet and kind
When I drove the cows from pasture and Molly rode behind.

I remember all about it — the pathway through the dells,
Where the old mare timed her footsteps to the music of the bells
That clanked the whole way homewards to the merry milking place,
But mostly I remember Molly's curls about my face!

For riding there behind me, every breeze a-blowing free
Would catch 'em and would kiss 'em and toss 'em over me!
And sometimes, too, I turned my head to see her bright eyes shine,
And our faces came together and her lips were close to mine!

I didn't mind the labor in the fields or in the glades —
The long and weary furrows where the young corn waved its blades,
For I knew that ere the twilight came a sweet reward I'd find —
I'd drive the cows from pasture and Molly'd ride behind!

And once the folks got anxious, and said: " The cows are late, "
And they looked and looked for Molly and the old mare at the gate;
And the reason was I'd " said the word, " and kinder spoke my mind:
The old mare ran away with me and Molly rode behind!