She is the Lilly of Bevois valley, all shining in her sequinned top.
She is the Lilly of Bevois valley, hope the music will never stop.
A moth around her auburn flame, my feet remaining fixed.
Dancing round me, as if a game, I find I am transfixed.

She is the Lilly of Bevois valley, with an enigmatic smile.
She is the Lilly of Bevois valley, catching my eye a while.
Attracted by a desire to learn, held back by my two left feet.
Imagining what it would be like for us to really meet.

She is the Lilly of Bevois valley, and I am a big fat frog.
She is the Lilly of Bevois valley, I croak one-sided dialog.
Twirling around, her hands sweep out circles in the air.
I stand with my back against the bar, with a crooked stare.

She is the Lilly of Bevois valley, and too quickly she is gone.
She is the Lilly of Bevois valley, just empty floor that she was on.
The music is for dancing, but my feet are for walking home.
The dance is designed for couples, and not for me alone.

She was the Lilly of Bevois valley, the finest in the pond.
She was the Lilly of Bevois valley, I was too slow to respond.