The Beauty Of The Earth letra

How the sun is spraying gold on the pears to ripening
And you the finest lad that I have ever seen
Meadow valley green, summer bears the marks of spring's birth
Come my love and lay with me in the beauth of the earth
Walk the path with me in the wind, wind along the road.
Velvet gowns and leaves, woven greens, a circlet on your brow.
Break the bread with me me, take the wine, grapes are fragant on the wine
Come my love and drink with me of the beauty so divine.

Lydia Mccauley - Letras

• The Beauty Of The Earth
• The Lark in the Morn