Springtime of the year

 

Verse 1

O well do I remember
That lone, but lovely hour,
When the stars had met and the dews had wet
Each gently closing flower;
When the moonlit trees waved in the breeze
Above the sleeping deer,
And we fondly strayed through the green-wood shade
In the springtime of the year.

Verse 2

When all was still beneath the bright
Moon’s chaste and quiet eye,
Save the ceaseless flow of the stream below
And the night wind’s fragrant sigh;
Which brought the song of the distant throng
So faintly to the ear,
As we fondly strayed through the green-wood shade
In the springtime of the year.

Verse 3

O like an infant’s dream of joy
Was that sweet hour to me,
As pure and bright, as swift in flight,
From care and fear as free;
And from my heart the life must part,
Which now its pulse doth cheer,
Ere the thoughts shall fade of that green-wood shade
In the springtime of the year.