Behold, My Love Songtext
von Jean Redpath

Behold, my love, how green the groves,
The primrose banks how fair;
The balmy gales awake the flowers,
And wave thy flowing hair.

The lav′rock shuns the palace gay,
And o'er the cottage sings:
For Nature smiles as sweet, I ween,
To Shepherds as to Kings.


Let minstrels sweep the skilfu′ string,
In lordly lighted ha':
The Shepherd stops his simple reed,
Blythe in the birken shaw.

The Princely revel may survey
Our rustic dance wi' scorn;
But are their hearts as light as ours,
Beneath the milk-white thorn!

The shepherd, in the flowery glen;
In shepherd′s phrase, will woo:
The courtier tells a finer tale,
But is his heart as true!


These wild-wood flowers I′ve pu'd, to deck
That spotless breast o′ thine:
The courtiers' gems may witness love,
But, ′tis na love like mine.