The Milkmaid

Lyrics

The figure of the young milkmaid Is full of live plasticity The picture of the young milkmaid Is full of virtuosity

The rhythm of patient work is there — It's in her arms, her legs, her waist The look is guarded and severe In her clean young open face

See what her snow-white smock reveals Stretched by her blooming young body; She lifts her heavy milking pails — But she's cultured — not just anybody

She's radiant with happiness And content with her fulfilled life; She's beautiful and so graceful; She would make someone a good wife

And we can sense in her movements Rhythmic devices: she'll master Technological improvement That makes progress happen faster

The picture of the young milkmaid Is made only of mosaic But it's a monumental work Healthy, joyful and heroic

Chronology

• Kangaroo?
  • [[File:|20x20px|link=C81|]] C81
  • An Old Man's Dream
  • Singles