Lyrics

My heart is like a singing bird          Whose nest is in a watered shoot; My heart is like an apple-tree          Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit; My heart is like a rainbow shell          That paddles in a halcyon sea; My heart is gladder than all these          Because my love is come to me. Raise me a dais of silk and down;          Hang it with vair and purple dyes; Carve it in doves and pomegranates,          And peacocks with a hundred eyes; Work it in gold and silver grapes,          In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys; Because the birthday of my life          Is come, my love is come to me.