May Morning Dew-Dolores Keane

[ti:May Morning Dew] [ar:Dolores Keane] [al:Dolores Keane] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]May Morning Dew - Dolores Keane [00:37.03]How pleasant in winter to sit by the hob [00:45.16] [00:46.63]Listening to the barks and the howls of a dog [00:55.14] [00:55.84]Oh in summer to wander the wide valley through [01:08.20]And to pluck the wild flowers in the may morning dew [01:17.66] [01:20.05]Summer is coming oh summer is here [01:28.06] [01:29.40]With the leaves on the trees and the sky blue and clear [01:38.52] [01:39.50]And the birds they are singing their fond notes so true [01:50.83] [01:51.80]And the flowers they are springing in the may morning dew [02:01.89] [02:37.77]The house I was reared in is put a stone on a stone [02:46.56] [02:47.88]And all round the garden the weeds they have grown [02:57.71] [02:58.69]And all the kind neighbours that ever I knew [03:09.21] [03:10.07]Like the red rose they've withered in the may morning dew [03:19.53] [03:21.97]God be with the old folks who are now dead and gone [03:29.91] [03:31.59]And likewise my brothers young Dennis and John [03:39.84] [03:41.18]As they tripped through the heather the wild hare to pursue [03:52.79] [03:54.25]As their joys they were mingled in the may morning dew