Summer Song کے بول

On Shannon bank I wandered on May Where the violet waters run The yellow petal of primrose did lay 'Neath the warmth of the morning Sun Golden light, gentle rain falling from above With a beauty beyond compare Sweeter than the violin the language of love In the heart of my true love fair There I saw a fair young maid Like a rose in its richest bloom And her raven hair with blossom arrayed Filled the air with a sweet perfume Silver stream, summer song calling from above With a beauty beyond compare Sweeter than the violin the language of love In the heart of my true love fair This jewel bright, this flower fair She consented to be my bride Ten years have past, still none compare To her loveliness, by my side Golden light, gentle rain falling from above With a beauty beyond compare Sweeter than the violin the language of love In the heart of my true love fair Sweeter than the violin the language of love In the heart of my true love fair