Come for Arbutus
Come for arbutus, my dear, my dear:
The pink waxen blossoms are waking, I hear;
We'll gather an armful of fragrant wild cheer.
Come for arbutus, my dear, my dear,
Come for arbutus, my dear.
Come for arbutus, my dear, my dear;
Come through the gray meadow, and pass the black weir,
To brown-margined forest, and part the leaves sere.
Come for arbutus, my dear, my dear,
Come for arbutus, my dear.
Come for arbutus, my dear, my dear;
We'll gather the first virgin bloom of the year,
The blush of spring kisses with coral lips near.
Come for arbutus, my dear, my dear,
Come for arbutus, my dear.
The pink waxen blossoms are waking, I hear;
We'll gather an armful of fragrant wild cheer.
Come for arbutus, my dear, my dear,
Come for arbutus, my dear.
Come for arbutus, my dear, my dear;
Come through the gray meadow, and pass the black weir,
To brown-margined forest, and part the leaves sere.
Come for arbutus, my dear, my dear,
Come for arbutus, my dear.
Come for arbutus, my dear, my dear;
We'll gather the first virgin bloom of the year,
The blush of spring kisses with coral lips near.
Come for arbutus, my dear, my dear,
Come for arbutus, my dear.
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