Winter’s Gone

Lyrics
Winter's gone, the summer breezes Breathe the shepherd's joys again Village scene no longer pleases Pleasures meet upon the plain; Snows are fled that hung the bowers Buds to blossoms softly steal Winter's rudeness melts in flowers: - Charmer, leave thy spinning wheel And tend the sheep with me Careless here shall pleasures lull thee From domestic troublеs free; Rushes for thy couch I'll pull thee In the shade thy sеat shall be; All the flow'r-buds will I get Spring's first sunbeams do unseal Primrose, cowslip, violet: - Charmer, leave thy spinning wheel And tend the flocks with me Sweet to sit where brooks are flowing Pleasant spreads the gentle heat On the green's lap thyme is growing Ev'ry molehill forms a seat: Fear not suns 'cause thou'rt so fair In the thorn-bow'r we'll conceal; Ne'er a sunbeam pierces there: - Charmer, leave thy spinning wheel And tend the flocks with me
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Credits
- Writers
- William Sterndale Bennett
- John Clare