 | Poems by George P. Morris |  |
COME TO ME IN CHERRY-TIME.
Come to me in cherry-time,
And, as twilight closes,
We will have a merry time,
Here among the roses!
When the breezes crisp the tide,
And the lindens quiver,
In our bark we'll safely glide
Down the rocky river!
And, as twilight closes,
We will have a merry time,
Here among the roses!
When the breezes crisp the tide,
And the lindens quiver,
In our bark we'll safely glide
Down the rocky river!
When the stars, with quiet ray,
All the hill-tops brighten,
Cherry-ripe we'll sing and play
Where the cherries ripen!
Then come to me in cherry-time,
And, as twilight closes,
We will have a merry time
Here among the roses.
All the hill-tops brighten,
Cherry-ripe we'll sing and play
Where the cherries ripen!
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And, as twilight closes,
We will have a merry time
Here among the roses.
| Poems by George P. Morris | |