Full Lyrics
FLORA
Cheerily thy bugle sounds,
When home returning o’er the lake;
Merrily my bosom bounds,
As each clear swell bids echo wake.
FORESTER
Joyously I wind the note,
To tell thee that thy hunter’s near;
Merrily I speed my boat
Towards the place by thee made dear.
FORESTER AND CHORUS
Flora, for thee, thee only,
These mountain wilds are sweet to me;
Each crag and valley lonely,
Is blest because ’tis loved by thee.
CHORUS
Sound the merry, merry mountain horn,
At evening’s close, at morning’s early dawn.
FLORA
Fearlessly thy footsteps roam,
When snow hangs on the dizzy steep;
Driving from its rocky home
The echo of the hollow deep.
FORESTER
Merrily the wild stag bounds,
Until he feels the hunter’s spear;
Cheerily the glen resounds
With chorus and the hunter’s cheer.
FORESTER AND CHORUS
Flora, for thee, thee only,
These mountain wilds are sweet to me;
Each crag and valley lonely,
Is blest because ’tis loved by thee.
CHORUS
Sound the merry, merry mountain horn,
At evening’s close, at morning’s early dawn.
