Nancy Kerr James Fagan Fol The Day O Lyrics
Fol The Day-O by Nancy Kerr & James Fagan
Verse 1:
Some do sing as though the summer's coming
Though the sun is gone beyond the hill
And though blossom bloom and bees are humming
We remember cold November's chill
Chorus:
Fol the Day-O love is sweet, oh
Seeds are blooming underneath our feet, oh
Blow the fields through city streets, oh
Like a Joseph Taylor melody
Verse 2:
Some do leave their gardens wild and growing
Others rule with bed and boundary
For the walls and fences frame our knowing
And the meadows grow our liberty
Chorus:
Fol the Day-O love is sweet, oh
Seeds are blooming underneath our feet, oh
Blow the fields through city streets, oh
Like a Joseph Taylor melody
Verse 3:
Though the end of time is long before us
We are hunted like the olden pair
Let us sing like it's the fifth of august
And her love is way beyond the fair
Chorus:
Fol the Day-O love is sweet, oh
Seeds are blooming underneath our feet, oh
Blow the fields through city streets, oh
Like a Joseph Taylor melody
Verse 4:
There's a marble stone above me sleeping
There's a turtle-dove upon the wing
There's my garden grown and willow weeping
Now I hear beau Joseph Taylor sing
Corus
Some do sing as though the summer's coming
Though the sun is gone beyond the hill
And though blossom bloom and bees are humming
We remember cold November's chill
Chorus:
Fol the Day-O love is sweet, oh
Seeds are blooming underneath our feet, oh
Blow the fields through city streets, oh
Like a Joseph Taylor melody
Verse 2:
Some do leave their gardens wild and growing
Others rule with bed and boundary
For the walls and fences frame our knowing
And the meadows grow our liberty
Chorus:
Fol the Day-O love is sweet, oh
Seeds are blooming underneath our feet, oh
Blow the fields through city streets, oh
Like a Joseph Taylor melody
Verse 3:
Though the end of time is long before us
We are hunted like the olden pair
Let us sing like it's the fifth of august
And her love is way beyond the fair
Chorus:
Fol the Day-O love is sweet, oh
Seeds are blooming underneath our feet, oh
Blow the fields through city streets, oh
Like a Joseph Taylor melody
Verse 4:
There's a marble stone above me sleeping
There's a turtle-dove upon the wing
There's my garden grown and willow weeping
Now I hear beau Joseph Taylor sing
Corus