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They're Singing In The Laurels

They're singing in the laurels
At first our lovers danced
Behind the evergreen box-hedge
O' then they're singing in the laurels
Housed by the woodlands-edge…

Then they're making their house
Taking-in reeds and rushes too nest.
As the wild wind in skyward climbs
Burst's open her golden fields songfest.

O' how soon their family flourishes
Under a tired world, two become eight.
Then squabbles unfold at daybreak
No more time for easy lovers to mate
It's just hellos and good byes at the gate.

As the seasons flicker ta-ta—good bye
Adios, my lover—cheerio, I've got to fly.
I've got to go, with the chaff and the grist
Before, these shadows yoke into the mist.

O' songbird your eyes murmur two stars
Wild-apricots are our hearts two stones.
But when cockscombs not a tombstone
Maybe we'll come a roaming to meet
We'll come, back, come back home!

Home behind the evergreen box-hedge
O' then there will be a dancing
O' then there will be a singing in the laurels
Housed by the woodlands-edge...

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