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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 521
" PERHAPS"
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WHISPER of spring's in the air — A soft west wind setting the elm-boughs a-sway — There are more flowers I'm sure on the gorse than
there were When last I came this way.
I think, perhaps, it is true —
That as long as the flower's on the gorse,
Love is in season too.
But it must be true, of course;
And if not, why should I care ?
The sky is shining blue;
The sparrows twitter anew
Of beginning to pair,
And we've passed the shortest day.
How the gorse will blaze
'Neath the flitting, rushing brightness of April days ! In a glowing mass 'twill sweep down the bare hillside, The golden overflow round the bank will glide Where the dear blue violets hide, And the careless sunshine strays.
Shall I be all alone ?
Or will some one come to love me
When the white clouds race above me,
And the buttercups have grown ?
Perhaps—ah ! who can tell ? —
When the meadows flush with clover,
Perhaps I'll have a lover,
Perhaps he'll love me well. |
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