Bendemere's Stream-Grace Griffith

[ti:Bendemere's Stream] [ar:Grace Griffith] [al:My Life] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Bendemere's Stream - Grace Griffith [00:16.76]There's a bower of roses by Bendermeer's stream [00:23.87] [00:25.08]And the nightingale sings round it all the day long [00:32.38] [00:33.38]In the time of my childhood too sweet like a dream [00:39.35] [00:41.10]To sit by the roses and hear the bird's song [00:48.53] [00:49.36]That bow'r and it's music I never forget [00:55.65] [00:57.02]But oft when alone in the bloom of the year [01:04.38] [01:05.35]I think is the nightingale singing there yet [01:13.36] [01:14.74]Are the roses still bright by the calm Bendermeer [01:23.66] [01:34.20]No the roses soon wither'd that hung o'er the wave [01:40.91] [01:42.42]But some blossoms were gather'd while freshly they shone [01:49.72] [01:50.67]And the dew was distill'd from their flowers that gave [01:57.34] [01:58.47]All the fragrance of summer when summer was gone [02:06.03] [02:06.84]Thus memory draws from delight e'er it dies [02:13.63] [02:15.11]An essence that breaths of it many a year [02:23.16] [02:24.03]Thus bright to my soul as was then to my eyes [02:31.78] [02:34.77]Is that of the calm Bendermeer