Amazing Blondel Three Seasons Almaine
Gladwin
Verse 1:
Now is the springtide gay
When lambs frolic and play
And buds burst all around
Thrush with beauteous song
Thru' each fair Mayday long
Exalts its dulcet sound
But sweetheart thru' this season, there seems no sense of reason
For tho' I ask each day
Yet still you answer nay
To be my queen uncrowned
Chorus:
Tho' there are no words of romance
From those lips I long to kiss
In faith I shall still worthship you
Sweet mistress think on this
Verse 2:
Summer now is here
When days so long and so clear
Grace blossoms cheerful sight
Cygnets shed their down
The owls loses its frown
For milder is the night
Yet sweethesrt thu' this season there seems no sense of reason
For tho' I beg you still
Our love for to fulfil
Your answer's no outright
Chorus
Verse 3:
Autumn's saffron scene
Of apple trees pickled clean
Is pleasing to our eyes
Shades of ageing gold
Bring comfort from the cold
And brighten grey-clad skies
Yet sweetheart thru' this season there seems no sense of reason
For all my pleas to you
Are straightaway shunned 'in the lieu'
Of reasoned replies
Chorus
