Samuel Hardman - My Heart Sings

It makes my heart sing,
That's the sweetest sound;
The glory of the coming spring,
My Wildwood Flower crown.

In the Temple in the air
Wise ones watch and wait;
High above the altar there,
They beckon me inside the gates.

Oh, my wildwood, my precious wildwood,
Memory failing weeps:
In my cradle, in my little hood asleep
With mother in the darkness deep.

Oh, come again my Wildwood Flowers,
Ravish me once more:
I'm more in love and in your power
Than ever I've been before.

Samuel Hardman

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