 | Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover |  |
OH! DON'T YOU REMEMBER?
Oh! don't you remember the beautiful glade,
Where in childhood together we playfully stray'd,
Where wreaths of wild flowers so often I made,
Thy tresses so brightly adorning?
Oh! light of foot and heart were then
The happy children of the glen:—
The cares that shade the brows of men
Ne'er darken childhood's morning.
Where in childhood together we playfully stray'd,
Where wreaths of wild flowers so often I made,
Thy tresses so brightly adorning?
Oh! light of foot and heart were then
The happy children of the glen:—
The cares that shade the brows of men
Ne'er darken childhood's morning.
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Oh! who can forget the young innocent hours
That were passed in the shade of our home's happy bow'rs,
When the wealth that we sought for was only wild flow'rs,
And we thought ourselves rich when we found them?
Oh! where's the tie that friends e'er knew,
So free from stain, so firm, so true,
As links that with the wild flowers grew,
And in sweet fetters bound them?
That were passed in the shade of our home's happy bow'rs,
When the wealth that we sought for was only wild flow'rs,
And we thought ourselves rich when we found them?
Oh! where's the tie that friends e'er knew,
So free from stain, so firm, so true,
As links that with the wild flowers grew,
And in sweet fetters bound them?
| Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover | |