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The lilies of the field

A meadow in the woods of summer sings adagio

 

There, amidst the lilies and the ferns

 

Along the falling rays of sun on stone, the grass

 

-and the lilies of the field-

 

Would spin a tale from the lips of the sky




Adante said ‘o would the flowers sing a song’

 

There, along the lilies and the lake

 

Along the whisper of the wind, the breeze

 

-through the lilies of the field-

 

Would tell the story of the music’s sigh



And the lilies of the field did linger there

 

Allegro to the call of empty air

 

And the lilies and the orchids, fare

 

A song of summer in the boughs




A meadow, in a wood of red and gold

 

There, the lilies and the falling leaves

 

The dimming rays of the sun would sing a melody

 

-and the lilies of the field-

 

Would spin a tale of coming winter-song

 

Canon would sing ‘o where have all the flowers gone’

 

There, beneath the lilies and the sky

 

To whispering,winds of winter there appease

 

- For the lilies of the field -

 

Had sought of summer one last time



And the lilies of the field did linger then

 

Allegretto to the call of winter, when

 

Along the lilies and the orchids spreads a frost

 

Lament for summer’s meadow lost