Full Lyrics
Now Autumn crowns the year with golden leaves,
The waving corn makes glad the Reaper’s breast;
With jocund song he binds the bending sheaves
Till evening’s twilight bids him home to rest.
In sunnier climes the clustering grapes recall
The time of vintage, dear to youth and maid;
How gay the dance when eve’s soft shadows fall,
And tints with silvery beam the glimmering glade.
With mellow fruit the ruddy orchards shine,
And clover fields make fragrant all the land:
Wild woodbine tresses o’er the hedges twine,
With latest roses wreathed by Nature’s hand.
Glides on the harvest moon through pathless ways,
Thick sprinkled with the starry flowers of night;
And tuneful voices raise the song of praise
To Him, the Giver of all joy and light.
Peace, meekeyed Peace, with olive garland crowned,
Thy choicest blessings pour on our loved Isle:
Shielded from danger and war’s angry sound,
Free may she flourish ’neath thy guardian smile!
