Oh happy home ! Oh, blessed flower !
Gounod, Charles
I found a flower pining on the heights, and sang:
Oh flower, wasting in the wild!
Oh flower, stricken by the storm!
Come to my home, be tended by my care!
For I have love in store, and yet am lonely there!
No longer drooping in the noon!
No longer shrinking in the night!
Forsake the wild where joy is none for thee!
Forsake the wilderness and come, be glad with me!
Come! Come!
And after happy years had passed, I sang again:
Oh, happy home! Oh, blessed flower!
And happy buds that bloom around!
And shade of leaves inlaid with breaks of sun!
And store of love that grows with all the years that run!
Oh, happy home! Oh, blessed flower!
And happy buds that bloom around!
And store of love that grows with all the years that run!
Oh, happy home! Oh, blessed flower!
And happy buds that bloom around!