Edward Elgar - False Love, Op. 27, No. 2 - ноты, текст песни (слова)

Now we hear the Spring's sweet voice 
Singing gladly through the world; 
Bidding all the earth rejoice. 
All is merry in the field, 
Flowers grow amidst the grass, 
Blossoms blue, red, white they yiels. 
As I seek my maiden true, 
Sings the little lark on high 
Fain to send her praises due. 
As I climb and reach her door, 
Ah! I see a rival there, 
So farewell! For evermore. 
Ever true was I to thee. 
Never grieved or vexed thee, love, 
False, oh! False, art thou to me. 
Now amid the forest green, 
Far from cruel eyes that mock 
Will I dwell unloved, unseen.