Lyrics
(English folk song, Lyrics Anonymous)
1. Oh is it not a pleasant thing to wander through the woods?
To look upon the painted flowers and watch the opening buds.
2. To sit with the deep cool shade at some tall ash tree’s root,
To fill my little basket with the sweet and scented fruit.
3. I sigh when first I see the leaves fall yellow on the plain,
And all the winter long I sing, “Sweet summer, come again!”
See also
- Country: England
- Subjects: summer / fall (autumn)
- Harmony: I IV V chords
- Melody: ascending major pentascale
- Meter: 2
- Rhythm:
- Scale: major
- Source: 140 Folk-songs with Piano Accompaniment “rote Songs” for Grades I, II and III,Archibald Thompson Davison, Thomas Whitney Surette, 1921
- Song with chords (PDF)
- MIDI file
- Listen to the song
