Blow, gentle breeze by Josiah Booth — Lyrics

Blow, blow, thou gentle breeze, Over the flow’ry lea! Blow, soft and low, Whisp’ring melody! All the blossoms wait thy kiss, Ere their beauties they unfold; Surely thou wilt grant them this? Dearer than a gift of gold! Blow, blow, thou gentle breeze, Over the meadows blow, Whispering ’mid the trembling trees Music sweet and low! Blow, blow, thou gentle breeze, Over the mountain crest! Blow, soft and low, Fair from the golden west! From the sunny lands afar, Where the scented myrtles grow, And the groves of citron are, Gentle breeze, O softly blow! Blow, blow, thou gentle breeze, Over the meadows blow, Whispering ’mid the trembling trees Music sweet and low!