Ipraisethe tender flower,That on a mournful dayBloomed in my garden bowerAnd made the winter gay.Its loveliness contentedMy heart tormented.I praise the gentle maidWhose happy voice and smileTo confidence betrayedMy doleful heart awhile:And gave my spirit deploringFresh wings for soaring.The maid for very fearOf love I durst not tell:The rose could never hear,Though I bespake her well:So in my song I bind themFor all to find them.
Ipraisethe tender flower,That on a mournful dayBloomed in my garden bowerAnd made the winter gay.Its loveliness contentedMy heart tormented.I praise the gentle maidWhose happy voice and smileTo confidence betrayedMy doleful heart awhile:And gave my spirit deploringFresh wings for soaring.The maid for very fearOf love I durst not tell:The rose could never hear,Though I bespake her well:So in my song I bind themFor all to find them.
Ipraisethe tender flower,That on a mournful dayBloomed in my garden bowerAnd made the winter gay.Its loveliness contentedMy heart tormented.
Ipraisethe tender flower,
That on a mournful day
Bloomed in my garden bower
And made the winter gay.
Its loveliness contented
My heart tormented.
I praise the gentle maidWhose happy voice and smileTo confidence betrayedMy doleful heart awhile:And gave my spirit deploringFresh wings for soaring.
I praise the gentle maid
Whose happy voice and smile
To confidence betrayed
My doleful heart awhile:
And gave my spirit deploring
Fresh wings for soaring.
The maid for very fearOf love I durst not tell:The rose could never hear,Though I bespake her well:So in my song I bind themFor all to find them.
The maid for very fear
Of love I durst not tell:
The rose could never hear,
Though I bespake her well:
So in my song I bind them
For all to find them.