Charles Ives - Pictures lyrics

[Charles Ives - Pictures lyrics]

The ripe corn bends low
When the wind blows fair
Like curtseying maidens curts'ying maidens
With golden hair

Dark billows reflect the gath'ring clouds
The white foam is frothing
Like tossing shrouds winds are sobbing
In pinetree wood the moor is a king's robe
Stained with blood

The wild rose sleeps above the pool
Round her sleepeth every leaf
The night air, soft and cool
Cradles them all above the pool
And all their shadows sleep beneath

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