The Bird of Paradise.A SONG. WORDS BY MARY HOWITT. MUSIC BY G. J. WEBB.music1. Oh lovely bird of Paradise,I’ll go where thou dost go!Rise higher yet, and higher yet,For a stormy wind doth blow,Rise higher yet, and higher yet,For a stormy wind doth blow.Now up above the tempest,We are sailing in the calm,Amid the golden sunshine,And where the air is balm.Oh gentle bird of Paradise,Thy happy lot I’ll share;And go where’er thou goestOn through the sunny air.Whate’er the food thou eatest,Bird, I will eat it too;And ere it reach the stormy earthWill drink with thee the dew!Is thy nest made of the sunshine,And the fragrance of the spice,And cradled round with happiness,Sweet bird of Paradise?
A SONG. WORDS BY MARY HOWITT. MUSIC BY G. J. WEBB.
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1. Oh lovely bird of Paradise,I’ll go where thou dost go!Rise higher yet, and higher yet,For a stormy wind doth blow,Rise higher yet, and higher yet,For a stormy wind doth blow.Now up above the tempest,We are sailing in the calm,Amid the golden sunshine,And where the air is balm.Oh gentle bird of Paradise,Thy happy lot I’ll share;And go where’er thou goestOn through the sunny air.Whate’er the food thou eatest,Bird, I will eat it too;And ere it reach the stormy earthWill drink with thee the dew!Is thy nest made of the sunshine,And the fragrance of the spice,And cradled round with happiness,Sweet bird of Paradise?
1. Oh lovely bird of Paradise,I’ll go where thou dost go!Rise higher yet, and higher yet,For a stormy wind doth blow,Rise higher yet, and higher yet,For a stormy wind doth blow.Now up above the tempest,We are sailing in the calm,Amid the golden sunshine,And where the air is balm.Oh gentle bird of Paradise,Thy happy lot I’ll share;And go where’er thou goestOn through the sunny air.Whate’er the food thou eatest,Bird, I will eat it too;And ere it reach the stormy earthWill drink with thee the dew!Is thy nest made of the sunshine,And the fragrance of the spice,And cradled round with happiness,Sweet bird of Paradise?
1. Oh lovely bird of Paradise,I’ll go where thou dost go!Rise higher yet, and higher yet,For a stormy wind doth blow,Rise higher yet, and higher yet,For a stormy wind doth blow.
1. Oh lovely bird of Paradise,
I’ll go where thou dost go!
Rise higher yet, and higher yet,
For a stormy wind doth blow,
Rise higher yet, and higher yet,
For a stormy wind doth blow.
Now up above the tempest,We are sailing in the calm,Amid the golden sunshine,And where the air is balm.
Now up above the tempest,
We are sailing in the calm,
Amid the golden sunshine,
And where the air is balm.
Oh gentle bird of Paradise,Thy happy lot I’ll share;And go where’er thou goestOn through the sunny air.
Oh gentle bird of Paradise,
Thy happy lot I’ll share;
And go where’er thou goest
On through the sunny air.
Whate’er the food thou eatest,Bird, I will eat it too;And ere it reach the stormy earthWill drink with thee the dew!
Whate’er the food thou eatest,
Bird, I will eat it too;
And ere it reach the stormy earth
Will drink with thee the dew!
Is thy nest made of the sunshine,And the fragrance of the spice,And cradled round with happiness,Sweet bird of Paradise?
Is thy nest made of the sunshine,
And the fragrance of the spice,
And cradled round with happiness,
Sweet bird of Paradise?