Good morrow to the golden morning,
Good morrow to the world’s delight —
I’ve come to bless thy life’s beginning,
Since it makes my own so bright!
I have brought no roses, sweetest,
I could find no flowers, dear —
It was when all sweets were over
Thou wert born to bless the year.
But I’ve brought thee jewels, dearest,
In thy bonny locks to shine —
And if love shows in their glances,
They have learn’d that look of mine!
Last updated Tuesday, August 25, 2015 at 14:09