Summer Song

On Shannon bank I wandered on May
Where the violet waters run
The yellow petal of primrose did lay
'Neath the warmth of the morning Sun

Golden light, gentle rain falling from above
With a beauty beyond compare
Sweeter than the violin the language of love
In the heart of my true love fair

There I saw a fair young maid
Like a rose in its richest bloom
And her raven hair with blossom arrayed
Filled the air with a sweet perfume

Silver stream, summer song calling from above
With a beauty beyond compare
Sweeter than the violin the language of love
In the heart of my true love fair

This jewel bright, this flower fair
She consented to be my bride
Ten years have past, still none compare
To her loveliness, by my side

Golden light, gentle rain falling from above
With a beauty beyond compare
Sweeter than the violin the language of love
In the heart of my true love fair
Sweeter than the violin the language of love
In the heart of my true love fair