  Where lilies grow; The dewdrops linger on the flowers, The birds’ sweet singing chimes the hours, I love to sit there listening, And watch the fish there glistening. They glance and dart both in and out, And turn themselves all round about, Where lilies grow. Where lilies grow; A pace or two the violets sweet Spread like a carpet ’neath my feet; The rushes tall in clusters stand; I reach and touch them with my hand; And yellow kingcups there unfold, They circle like a band of gold Where lilies grow. Where lilies grow; So calm, so still it is, and deep, Around the edge green fringes peep, Just up above the trailing weeds Entwining, spread among the reeds, Then hang them down along the pool, Which lies beneath so calm and cool, Where lilies grow. |
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