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Three Seasons Almaine

This song is by Amazing Blondel and appears on the album Fantasia Lindum (1971).


Now is the springtide gay
When lambs frolic and play
And buds burst all around,
Thrush with beauteous song
Through each fair Mayday long
Exalts its dulcet sound.

Yet sweetheart through this season,
there seems no sense of reason,
For tho' I ask each day
Yet still you answer nay
To be my queen uncrowned

Tho' there are no words of romance,
From those lips I long to kiss,
In faith I shall still worship you
Sweet mistress think on this.

[Repeat Chorus]

Summer now is here
When days so long and so clear
Grace blossoms cheerful sight,
Cygnets shed their down,
The owl loses its frown,
For milder is the night,

Yet sweetheart 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 x2

Autumn's saffron scene
Of apple trees picked clean
Is pleasing to our eyes,
Shades of ageing gold
Bring comfort from the cold
And brighten grey-clad skies.

Yet sweetheart through this season
there seems no sense of reason,
For all my pleas to you
Are straightaway shunned 'in the lieu'
Of reasoned replies.

Chorus x2

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