Classic Poem

Come my love the summers day
Has brought the Cuckows to green trees
Oh come my Mary come away
And let us share the woodland breeze
The woodland breeze I love to share
Where green leaves whisper all the day
Come hither with thy face so fair
Mary my loved one come away

I would not for a world of gold
Thy innocence from beauty steal
Sweet is thy face which I behold
All its Love memories I feel
The swaying boughs the shaking leaves
And every rural sight and sound
The soft wind secret spells he weaves
In every flower spread o'er the ground

Come lovely Mary come away
The fields are green the skies are clear
By flag fringed brooks we'll gladly stray
Where wild and sweetest flowers appear
The Maple's in its brightest gloss
The hazel's in its crimpled sheen
Green is the wood path we shall cross
Come Mary to the woodland green