The Welcome

Come in the evening, or come in the morning;     Come when you re lookd for, or come without warning:     Kisses and welcome you ll find here before you,     And the oftener you come here the more I ll adore you!     Light is my heart since the day we were plighted;     Red is my cheek that they told me was blighted;     The green of the trees looks far greener than ever,     And the linnets are singing, True lovers dont sever!     I ll pull you sweet flowers, to wear if you choose them,     Or, after youve kissd them, they ll lie on my bosom;     I ll fetch from the mountain its breeze to inspire you;     I ll fetch from my fancy a tale that wont tire you.     Oh! your steps like the rain to the summer-vexd farmer,     Or sabre and shield to a knight without armor;     I ll sing you sweet songs till the stars rise above me,     Then, wandering, I ll wish you in silence to love me.     We ll look through the trees at the cliff and the eyrie;     We ll tread round the rath on the track of the fairy;     We ll look on the stars, and we ll list to the river,     Till you ask of your darling what gift you can give her:     Oh! she ll whisper you Love, as unchangeably beaming,     And trust, when in secret, most tunefully streaming;     Till the starlight of heaven above us shall quiver,     As our souls flow in one down eternitys river.     So come in the evening, or come in the morning;     Come when you re looked for, or come without warning:     Kisses and welcome you ll find here before you,     And the oftener you come here the more I ll adore you!     Light is my heart since the day we were plighted;     Red is my cheek that they told me was blighted;     The green of the trees looks far greener than ever,     And the linnets are singing, True lovers dont sever!