Songs of the field . is music in the country And in every leafy tree,There sing the merry songsters As birds so glad and free;In our hearts theres melody, On our lips a song,The songs of many a summer, Which all to us belong. 32 Songs of the Field June, you ever welcome summer With your sunshine, songs and flowers,So today we bid you welcome, May you find these sunny hoursAs we greet you, all in friendship, And each some tribute bringing,May it lodge within your bosom, And you join in natures singing. June, we love you, in your lap You hold young summer strong,But even with all your strength Y
Songs of the field . is music in the country And in every leafy tree,There sing the merry songsters As birds so glad and free;In our hearts theres melody, On our lips a song,The songs of many a summer, Which all to us belong. 32 Songs of the Field June, you ever welcome summer With your sunshine, songs and flowers,So today we bid you welcome, May you find these sunny hoursAs we greet you, all in friendship, And each some tribute bringing,May it lodge within your bosom, And you join in natures singing. June, we love you, in your lap You hold young summer strong,But even with all your strength You cannot hold her long,There is a time for blossoms, And there is a time for fruit;We cannot help the passing As in tears our lips are mute. June, we thank you for a glimpse Of eternal summer bright,We can neer forget you Even in winters coldest have wooed and won the strongest heart, All nature true is thine,We can only smile our thanks At your bright and blooming shrine. 33l Songs of the Field CHRISTMAS. Ring out, wild bells of Christmas, From over land and sea!Ring out the joyful tidings For the King of Galilee! From over the hot sandy desert Came camels from afar,Quivered the sensitive nostril, While before them shone the star. The magi, tall, majestic, Rode in quiet, swaying pace; To the stable they were guided,There to see a babys face. 34l Songs of the Field Promised adown the worlds dark ages, Written, stamped on parchment pages, Lo! The child laid in a manger, Son of God, to earth a stranger, Cold and gray the Christmas dawning, Warmed to love the babe adorning, The cot of straw a kingly bed; A halo hovers around his head. Joy to earth, the child is born! The tidings came on wings of song. The angel chorus from on high, A chorus that shall never die, Of Peace on Earth Goodwill to men. Sing it now as they sang it then. Let love surround this cold, old earth, Warm every heart with Christmas mirth. 35) Songs of the Field PHOEBE
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