I WILL NOT TELL
I WILL not tell thee why the landWith so much glory glows;There is but one in all the worldMy sacred secret knows.O, she is fairer than the flowersOf rosy June or May,When every bird is singing nearAnd every blossom gay!I asked her eyes to let their beamsMake life supremely grand:Their answer like a flood of lightFlushed all the flowery land.The sunbeams gleamed among the grass,Warm-waving in the breeze,A new life gladdened every bloom,More vivid grew the trees.I shall not tell thee why the landWith so much glory glows;There is but one in all the worldMy sacred secret knows.
I WILL not tell thee why the landWith so much glory glows;There is but one in all the worldMy sacred secret knows.O, she is fairer than the flowersOf rosy June or May,When every bird is singing nearAnd every blossom gay!I asked her eyes to let their beamsMake life supremely grand:Their answer like a flood of lightFlushed all the flowery land.The sunbeams gleamed among the grass,Warm-waving in the breeze,A new life gladdened every bloom,More vivid grew the trees.I shall not tell thee why the landWith so much glory glows;There is but one in all the worldMy sacred secret knows.
I WILL not tell thee why the landWith so much glory glows;There is but one in all the worldMy sacred secret knows.
I WILL not tell thee why the land
With so much glory glows;
There is but one in all the world
My sacred secret knows.
O, she is fairer than the flowersOf rosy June or May,When every bird is singing nearAnd every blossom gay!
O, she is fairer than the flowers
Of rosy June or May,
When every bird is singing near
And every blossom gay!
I asked her eyes to let their beamsMake life supremely grand:Their answer like a flood of lightFlushed all the flowery land.
I asked her eyes to let their beams
Make life supremely grand:
Their answer like a flood of light
Flushed all the flowery land.
The sunbeams gleamed among the grass,Warm-waving in the breeze,A new life gladdened every bloom,More vivid grew the trees.
The sunbeams gleamed among the grass,
Warm-waving in the breeze,
A new life gladdened every bloom,
More vivid grew the trees.
I shall not tell thee why the landWith so much glory glows;There is but one in all the worldMy sacred secret knows.
I shall not tell thee why the land
With so much glory glows;
There is but one in all the world
My sacred secret knows.