Full Lyrics
The crimson trefoil decks the field,
The hedge is clad in snowwhite May,
The gold of broom is every where,
The cloudless blue pours down the day.
Twin notes of Cuckoo haunt the vale,
The Lark’s gay rapture fills the sky;
The Copse outbreathes faint undertones
When summer winds go loitering by.
The fragrance of the clover blooms
Is blent with hawthornredolence;
It seems a land of All Delight,
Where joys enchant each separate sense.
Where sight and sound and odour join,
Three Sirens chanting one sweet lay:
“Lift up your eyes, Lift up your hearts,
It is a perfect Summer day!”
