Linden Lea

(início)

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Within the woodlands, flowery gladed,
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By the oak tree's mossy moot,
The shining grass-blades, timber-shaded,
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Now do quiver under foot;
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And birds do whistle overhead,
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And water's bubbling in its bed,
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And there for me the apple tree
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Do lean down low in Linden Lea.
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When leaves that lately were a-springing
F               Am G   C
Now do fade within the copse,
And painted birds do hush their singing
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Up upon the timber tops;
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And brown-leaved fruit's a-turning red,
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In cloudless sunshine, overhead,
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With fruit for me, the apple tree
   F                Am G   C
Do lean down low in Linden Lea.
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Let other folk make money faster
F             Am   G      C
In the air of dark-roomed towns,
I don't dread a peevish master;
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Though no man do heed my frowns,
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I be free to go abroad,
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Or take again my homeward road
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To where, for me, the apple tree
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Do lean down low in Linden Lea.