所属专辑:My Life
歌手: Grace Griffith
时长: 03:08
Bendemere's Stream - Grace Griffith[00:00:01]
There's a bower of roses by Bendermeer's stream[00:00:16]
And the nightingale sings round it all the day long[00:00:25]
In the time of my childhood too sweet like a dream[00:00:33]
To sit by the roses and hear the bird's song[00:00:41]
That bow'r and it's music I never forget[00:00:49]
But oft when alone in the bloom of the year[00:00:57]
I think is the nightingale singing there yet[00:01:05]
Are the roses still bright by the calm Bendermeer[00:01:14]
No the roses soon wither'd that hung o'er the wave[00:01:34]
But some blossoms were gather'd while freshly they shone[00:01:42]
And the dew was distill'd from their flowers that gave[00:01:50]
All the fragrance of summer when summer was gone[00:01:58]
Thus memory draws from delight e'er it dies[00:02:06]
An essence that breaths of it many a year[00:02:15]
Thus bright to my soul as was then to my eyes[00:02:24]
Is that of the calm Bendermeer[00:02:34]