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Linden Lea lyrics
Linden Lea
William Barnes
Within the woodlands, flowery gladed,
By the oak tree's mossy moot,
The shining grass-blades, timber-shaded,
Now do quiver under foot;
And birds do whistle overhead,
And water's bubbling in its bed,
And there for me the apple tree
Do lean down low in Linden Lea.
When leaves that lately were a-springing
Now do fade within the copse,
And painted birds do hush their singing
Up upon the timber tops;
And brown-leaved fruit's a-turning red,
In cloudless sunshine, overhead,
With fruit for me, the apple tree
Do lean down low in Linden Lea.
Let other folk make money faster
In the air of dark-roomed towns,
I don't dread a peevish master;
Though no man do heed my frowns,
I be free to go abroad,
Or take again my homeward road
To where, for me, the apple tree
Do lean down low in Linden Lea.
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Cho 0 points
Thank you so much for putting up these lyrics. I have just discovered a cassette tape my Late Mother recorded of her playing the piano and singing this song. Now I can sing along with her with the help of these lyrics. It's quite a tricky tune to learn but beautiful.
Thank you again
Cho Hopking