by John Collings Squire, Sir (1884 - 1958)
I'm sure that you would never guess
Language: English
I'm sure that you would never guess The tales I hear from birds and flowers, Without them sure 'twould be a mess I'd make of all the summer hours ; But these fair things they make for me A lovely life of joy and glee. I saw some sheep upon some grass, The sheep were fat, the grass was green, The sheep were white as clouds that pass, And greener grass was never seen ; I thought, " Oh, how my bliss is deep, With such green grass and such fat sheep! And as I watch bees in a hive, Or gentle cows that rub 'gainst trees, I do not envy men who live, No fields, no books upon their knees. I'd rather lie beneath small stars Than with rough men who drink in bars.
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Authorship:
- by John Collings Squire, Sir (1884 - 1958), "Mr. W. H. Davies", appears in Tricks of the Trade, first published 1917 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Albert Hay Malotte (1895 - 1964), "The poor old man", published 1939 [ medium voice and piano ] [sung text not yet checked]
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This text was added to the website: 2009-01-22
Line count: 18
Word count: 135