Brown-thrush singing all day long
In the leaves above me,
Take my love this April song,
"Love me, love me, love me!"
When he harkens what you say,
Bid him, lest he miss me,
Leave his work or leave his play,
And kiss me, kiss me, kiss me!
Brown-thrush singing all day long
In the leaves above me,
Take my love this April song,
"Love me, love me, love me!"
When he harkens what you say,
Bid him, lest he miss me,
Leave his work or leave his play,
And kiss me, kiss me, kiss me!
I am free of love as a bird flying south in the autumn, I am free of love, and I listen to music lightly, |
Brown-thrush singing all day long When he harkens what you say, |
I hoped that he would love me, For though I know he loves me, |
I would live in your love as the sea-grasses live in the sea, I would empty my soul of the dreams that have gathered in me, |
I thought of you and how you love this beauty, Around me were the echoing dunes, beyond me |