by Cora Randall Fabbri (1871 - 1892)
There’s a flush on the face of the apple...
Language: English
There’s a flush on the face of the apple trees There are buds and blossoms and leaves all over. The bees have found oh, the small, wise bees! There’s a green lane full of sweet clover. My love is a maid with a rose for a mouth, And I hear her voice when the linnets sing. My love is a dream from the soft, sweet South, My love is a maid, and her name, her name is Spring.
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This text is transcribed by me from the score on IMSLPText Authorship:
- by Cora Randall Fabbri (1871 - 1892), Boston: Arthur P. Schmidt, first published 1894 [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
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This text was added to the website: 2026-01-23
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Word count: 78