The Bride

Oh larks that charm the summer sky

Oh little birds of the forest wide

Make merry to-day, make merry to-day-

So fair a bride shall pass the way-

So fair, so fair a bride!

Oh flowers that deck the olden road

Oh, whisp'ring leaves of the shady tree

Make merry to-day, make merry to-day

And sweetly greet her on her way,

So wondrous fair is she!

And hearts that pass her as she goes

With grace divine

Thy blessing pour,

And love and gladness shall be thine

For evermore!

Oh! sweet is she of whom

I sing And dear to me all else above

The maid who holds my heart –

My love- My bride!