TO ADELAIDE
1
The may flowers are springing
The wild birds are singing
And beauty's face blooms in the sun and the shade
The wood gales are breathing
The wood bines are wreathing
And may brings her pleasures for sweet Adelaide
2
The sweet smiles of heaven
Says none are forgiven
Who shun the grand garden that nature has made
Here the scents of the briar
And wild flowers we admire
The air is all fragrance like sweet Adelaide
3
The sun sets and rises
While its grandeur surprises
How beautiful evening and morning is made
The white clouds are mountains
The blue skies are fountains
And dear is the walk with my sweet Adelaide
