I like all nature’s beauty, I like to rove the wild wood, My heart likes to hold in its depth, I like only thoughts that are good. True like the sun does shine, Aloud like the bells do ring, Joy like my heart loves, It likes a little song to sing. Nice, like a sweet summer’s eve, Tender, like the breezes do blow, My heart likes to love some one, It likes a place to go. Who likes a day of sorrow? Who likes untold, displeasure? My heart likes all happiness, And it likes a real full measure. I like but a little company, I like but a little sight, My heart likes to be at ease, It likes to feel, what I write. |