The Rose – revisited
Come live with me and be my
love,
And we will all the
pleasures prove
That hills and valleys,
dales and fields,
And all the craggy
mountains yield.
Without a friend to love
you or be loved by,
O come live with me and be
my love.
Without a smile to cheer
you or be cheered by,
O come live with me and be
my love.
Ah! I am weary of this
lonely life! —
Be with me always—be my
wife!
I’ll give you fields to
roam and rest beside,
The lark’s song in our home
will be;
We’ll sing “0 for the wings
of a dove!”
While we dwell upon our
lowly bed.
The beasts of field and
woodland we shall slay,
To feed our children when
they cry;
There shall no harm nor
danger come to you:
Just trust in me no fear should you.
____ AKSHR
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