| Show SINGING ITSELF I 1 asked a wee maid with winsome way how bow she was sang her songs through the livelong day are they woodland echoes that come at call are they fairy footsteps that round you tall fail did you borrow or steal each happy note from some feathered songsters song bursting throat do you make them out of 0 the flowerets flow erets gay gayl or weave in the sunbeams golden ray oh I 1 cannot tell said the merry elf 1 I cannot help it it sings itself theres a song in my heart whose gay notes ring louder than woodland songsters song sing grander thau than those which have found a tongue sweeter than any my lips have sung brighter than sunbeams or flowerets flow erets gay this song that sings through the livelong lire loog day it never ceases through storms or ill of one sweet joy w ill it carol still I 1 will borrow boo your phrase my merry elf for this song la in my heart that sings itself ads ada M simpson |
