Michael Head - O, to Be in England lyrics
[Michael Head - O, to Be in England lyrics]
Oh, to be in England now that April's there
And whoever wakes in England
Sees, some morning, unaware
That the lowest boughs and the
Brushwood sheaf
Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf
While the chaffinch sings
On the orchard bough in England - now!
And after April, when May follows
And the whitethroat builds
And all the swallows!
Hark, where my blossomed pear-tree
In the hedge
Leans to the field and scatters on the clover
Blossoms and dewdrops - at the
Bent spray's edge -
That's the wise thrush he sings
Each song twice over
Lest you should think he
Never could recapture
The first fine careless rapture!
And though the fields look
Rough with hoary dew
All will be gay when noontide wakes anew
The buttercups, the little children's dower
- Far brighter than this gaudy melon-flower!
And whoever wakes in England
Sees, some morning, unaware
That the lowest boughs and the
Brushwood sheaf
Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf
While the chaffinch sings
On the orchard bough in England - now!
And after April, when May follows
And the whitethroat builds
And all the swallows!
Hark, where my blossomed pear-tree
In the hedge
Leans to the field and scatters on the clover
Blossoms and dewdrops - at the
Bent spray's edge -
That's the wise thrush he sings
Each song twice over
Lest you should think he
Never could recapture
The first fine careless rapture!
And though the fields look
Rough with hoary dew
All will be gay when noontide wakes anew
The buttercups, the little children's dower
- Far brighter than this gaudy melon-flower!