Blue skies are over Cotswold And April snows go by, The lasses turn their ribbons For April's in the sky, And April is the season When Sabbath girls are dressed, From Rodboro' to Campden, In all their silken best. An ankle is a marvel When first the buds are brown, And not a lass but knows it From Stow to Gloucester town. And not a girl goes walking Along the Cotswold lanes But knows men's eyes in April Are quicker than their brains. It's little that it matters, So long as you're alive, If you're eighteen in April, Or rising sixty-five, When April comes to Amberley With skies of April blue, And Cotswold girls are briding With slyly tilted shoe.
- by John Drinkwater (1882 - 1937), "Cotswold love" [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 Michael (Dewar) Head (1900 - 1976), "Cotswold love", 1938, published 1939, from Three Cotswold Songs, no. 1. [text not verified]
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This text was added to the website: 2010-04-17
Line count: 24
Word count: 120