Songs of Remembrance

Paroles

Voice 1

Up the hill, and down the bourn, O’er the meadow swift we fly; Now we sing, and now we mourn, Now we whistle, now we sigh. By the fringed grassy river, Through the murm’ring reeds we sweep, To their very hearts we creep. Now the maiden rose is blushing At the frolic things we say, While, aside her cheek we’re rushing, Like some truant Bees at play, Like some truant Bees at play. Down, down the glen, across the mountain O’er the yellow heath we roam, Whirling round about the fountain, ’Til its little breakers foam. ’Til its little breakers foam. Bending down the weeping Willows, While our vesper hymn we sigh, Then, unto our rosy pillows, On our weary wings we hie. On our weary wings we hie.

Voice 2

Up the hill, and down the bourn, O’er the meadow swift we fly; Now we sing and now we mourn, Now we whistle, now we sigh. By the fringed grassy river, Through the murm’ring reeds we sweep, Mid the lily leaves we quiver, To their very hearts we creep. While, aside her cheek we’re rushing, Like some truant Bees at play, Like some truant Bees at play. Whirling round about the fountain, ’Til its little breakers foam. ’Til its little breakers foam. Bending down the weeping Willows, While our vesper hymn we sigh, Then, unto our rosy pillows, On our weary wings we hie. On our weary wings we hie.

Voice 3

Up the hill, and down the bourn, O’er the meadow swift we fly; Now we sing and now we mourn, Now we whistle, now we sigh. Through the murm’ring reeds we sweep, ’Mid the lily leaves we quiver, To their very, very hearts we creep. While, aside her cheek we’re rushing, Like some truant Bees at play, Like some truant Bees at play. Whirling round about the fountain, ’Til its little breakers foam. ’Til its little breakers foam. Bending down the weeping Willows, While our vesper hymn we sigh, Then, unto our ro sy pillows, On our weary wings we hie. On our weary wings we hie.