A Longing Song

1^st Verse:

I see the young maid bending down

to pick a violet from the ground

and when she picks that gentle bloom,

I see her smile at its perfume.

Oh how I wish I was that flower;

that, within me, I had such power;

a flowers gentle charm and grace

to put a smile on her sweet face.

Chorus:

I envy every golden beam

of sun that touches her,

touches of what I can but dream

her face so pure and fair.

I envy, too, the summer breeze

brushing, as it blows by,

‘gainst her soft hair, her arms, her knees

while I must sit and sigh.

2^nd Verse:

I see the young maid listening

as, on a branch, a robin sings

and, when its joyful song, she hears,

I see her face so filled with cheer.

Oh how I wish I was that bird,

that twas my song, not his, she heard;

if I could charm her with my song,

for her, I’d sing all summer long.

Chorus:

I envy every golden beam

of sun that touches her,

touches of what I can but dream

her face so pure and fair.

I envy, too, the summer breeze

brushing, as it blows by,

‘gainst her soft hair, her arms, her knees

while I must sit and sigh.