 | Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover |  |
WHEN FIRST I OVER THE MOUNTAIN TROD.
When first I over the mountain trod,
How bright the flowers, how green the sod,
The breeze was whisp'ring of soft delight,
And the fountains sparkled like diamonds bright.
How bright the flowers, how green the sod,
The breeze was whisp'ring of soft delight,
And the fountains sparkled like diamonds bright.
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But now I wander o'er the mountain, lone,
The flow'rs are drooping, their fragrance gone,
The breeze of morn like a wail appears,
And the dripping fountain seems weeping tears.
The flow'rs are drooping, their fragrance gone,
The breeze of morn like a wail appears,
And the dripping fountain seems weeping tears.
And are ye changed, oh, ye lovely hills?
Less sparkling are ye, bright mountain rills?
Does the fragrant bloom from the flow'r depart?—
No—there's nothing changed but this breaking heart!
Less sparkling are ye, bright mountain rills?
Does the fragrant bloom from the flow'r depart?—
No—there's nothing changed but this breaking heart!
| Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover | |