PRIMROSE HILL
By Olive Custance
Wild heart in me that frets and grieves,Imprisoned here against your will ...Sad heart that dreams of rainbow wings ...See! I have found some golden things!The poplar trees on Primrose HillWith all their shining play of leaves ...And London like a silver bride,That will not put her veil aside!Proud London like a painted Queen,Whose crown is heavy on her head ...City of sorrow and desire,Under a sky of opal fire,Amber and amethyst and red ...And how divine the day has been!For every dawn God builds againThis world of beauty and of pain....Wild heart that hungers for delight,Imprisoned here against your will;Sad heart, so eager to be gay!Loving earth’s lovely things ... the playOf wind and leaves on Primrose Hill ...Or London dreaming of the night ...Adventurous heart, on beauty bent,That only Heaven could quite content!
Wild heart in me that frets and grieves,Imprisoned here against your will ...Sad heart that dreams of rainbow wings ...See! I have found some golden things!The poplar trees on Primrose HillWith all their shining play of leaves ...And London like a silver bride,That will not put her veil aside!Proud London like a painted Queen,Whose crown is heavy on her head ...City of sorrow and desire,Under a sky of opal fire,Amber and amethyst and red ...And how divine the day has been!For every dawn God builds againThis world of beauty and of pain....Wild heart that hungers for delight,Imprisoned here against your will;Sad heart, so eager to be gay!Loving earth’s lovely things ... the playOf wind and leaves on Primrose Hill ...Or London dreaming of the night ...Adventurous heart, on beauty bent,That only Heaven could quite content!
Wild heart in me that frets and grieves,Imprisoned here against your will ...Sad heart that dreams of rainbow wings ...See! I have found some golden things!The poplar trees on Primrose HillWith all their shining play of leaves ...And London like a silver bride,That will not put her veil aside!
Wild heart in me that frets and grieves,
Imprisoned here against your will ...
Sad heart that dreams of rainbow wings ...
See! I have found some golden things!
The poplar trees on Primrose Hill
With all their shining play of leaves ...
And London like a silver bride,
That will not put her veil aside!
Proud London like a painted Queen,Whose crown is heavy on her head ...City of sorrow and desire,Under a sky of opal fire,Amber and amethyst and red ...And how divine the day has been!For every dawn God builds againThis world of beauty and of pain....
Proud London like a painted Queen,
Whose crown is heavy on her head ...
City of sorrow and desire,
Under a sky of opal fire,
Amber and amethyst and red ...
And how divine the day has been!
For every dawn God builds again
This world of beauty and of pain....
Wild heart that hungers for delight,Imprisoned here against your will;Sad heart, so eager to be gay!Loving earth’s lovely things ... the playOf wind and leaves on Primrose Hill ...Or London dreaming of the night ...Adventurous heart, on beauty bent,That only Heaven could quite content!
Wild heart that hungers for delight,
Imprisoned here against your will;
Sad heart, so eager to be gay!
Loving earth’s lovely things ... the play
Of wind and leaves on Primrose Hill ...
Or London dreaming of the night ...
Adventurous heart, on beauty bent,
That only Heaven could quite content!