Full of Song

Now the day is full of song And now the curlew's calling Hear the snipe that all night long Its love-drum beats till morning Marigolds with heavy stance Have formed a golden meadow When the south wind calls a dance The willow herb will follow Gather, gather grass with dew Gather, gather reeds anew Gather, gather, gather, gather flowers And the pond, till day is late Has flowering rush to light it Holds up high each stem so straight To let the sun ignite it Gather, gather grass with dew Gather, gather reeds anew Gather, gather, gather, gather flowers Now young maids with stitches fine Their wedding gowns are seaming She who for a groom must pine Will find hers when she's dreaming Gather, gather grass with dew Gather, gather reeds anew Gather, gather, gather, gather flowers Hand me a forget-me-not And mint ere our game's over Then we will, as like as not End up as if in clover Gather, gather grass with dew Gather, gather reeds anew Gather, gather, gather, gather flowers Now the day is full of song...