All along the greenwood

All along the greenwood,
The harebells are ringing,
The lark is a-singing,
That summer is here.
By field and by meadow,
By bank and by hedgerow,
The wild dove is calling,
That summer is here.

The robin flies,
The gleam of winter in his eye,
Those frosty days,
He did brighten with his smile.
A friend who brings, who taketh naught away
Ne'er wants for company
Ne'er wants for joy.

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The owl she flies,
On silent wings she floats upon the night
And so our fears do fly,
In dark alone they roam the restless night.
But darkest hours, tears with our sorrows made,
They with our fears do fade,
When comes the light.

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The raven flies,
Somewhere a warm soul finds that last goodnight,
We fix the ground,
We fear our name may suddenly be sung.
Whene're that day, we know her pinioned wings.
Will fold us to her breast,
Too soon.

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