Verses (Shorter)/Love in My Arms Lies Sleeping
LOVE IN MY ARMS LIES SLEEPING.
Roses red for the fair young head to weave a crown,
Let them be half blown,
For a rose in June it will fade too soon to gold and brown.
For thee my own
The fairest blossoms in all love's land, for that small hot and,
And a bird to sing all the sweet day through,
Lest fear should wake in the heart of you,
And I hear my own heart's beating;
Wild roses red for the fair gold head.
Love in my arms lies sleeping.
Lilies fair for the wind-blown hair,
It were better so
Than a blossom dead.
And a rose's thorn; but the fresh glad morn brings breath of snow.
Hath summer fled?
Hath winter come when I dreamt it spring?
Is my sweet bird dead that he does not sing?
I hear but my heart's sad weeping.
Loose and cold is thy soft hands' hold;
Love in my arms lies sleeping.