Sandra

She came from the lowlands
In the month of the fall
With her dowry of nothing but love
For the lowlands hold nothing
The highlands contain
And this was her first trip above

But she traveled so surely
So set on her ways
For she dreamed of the hills as her home
And her name it was Sandra
Her age it was nine
And the lowlands had left her alone

Then onto a farmland
She did happen to stray
Though her shoes they were ragged and torn
Yet the hard working couple
Were seeking a child
And young Sandra was seeking a home

Then the wife of the farmer
Fell to her and wept
And the child did give also to cry
And she soon was their daughter
And she lived on their farm
‘Tween the lands of the low and the high