paroles de chanson Linden Lea - Ralph Vaughan Williams

Within the woodlands flowery gladed, by the oak trees mossy moot.
The shining grass blades, timber shaded, now do quiver under foot.
And birds do whistle over head, and waters bubbling in it's bed
And there for me, the apple tree do lean down low in Linden Lea.
When leaves that lately were aspringing, now do fade within the copse.
And painted birds do hush their singing, up up on the timber tops.
And brown leaved fruits,
Aturning red, and cloudless sunshine overhead,
With fruit for me, the apple tree do lean down low in Linden Lea.
Let other folks make money faster,
In the air of dark roomed towns,
I don't dread a peevish master, though no man may heed my frown,
I be free, to go abroad, or take again my homeward road
To where for me, the apple tree do lean down low in Linden Lea.