One morning sweet in May (Henry David Leslie)
- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2019-07-14). Score information: A4, 7 pages, 107 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes:
Original text and translations
1 While walking near a river clear
One morning sweet in May,
When hawthorn trees perfumed the breeze,
And birds sang on each spray;
A maiden fair with golden hair,
By chance that way did pass;
Her queenly grace and lovely face,
No goddess could surpass.
2 Like stars at night, her eyes shine bright,
And with love's fire did glow,
A rosy blush her cheeks did flush,
Her neck was white as snow,
A coral beam each lip did seem,
Her teeth were rows of pearl;
And fresh and bright as morning light
Appeared this charming girl.
3 At her I gazed, I was amazed,
Her beauty was so rare,
And with love sweet my heart did beat
For this dear maid so fair.
I told her this and oh! what bliss
Into my soul did glide;
With gentle sighs and downcast eyes,
She said she'd be my bride.