Like A Singing Bird

My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a watered shoot
My heart is like an apple tree
Whose boughs are bent with thick set fruit

My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a Halcyon sea
My heart is gladder than all these
Because my love is come to me

Raise me a dais of silk and down
Hang it with var and purple dyes
Carve it in doves and pomegranates
And peacocks with one hundred eyes

Work it in gold and silver grapes
In leaves and silver fleur-de-lys
Because the birthday of my life
Is come, my love is come to me



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Burns, Bob Chilcott, Christina Rosetti
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