Alan Seeger - Bellinglise lyrics

Deep in the sloping forest that surrounds The head of a green valley that I know, Spread the fair gardens and ancestral grounds Of Bellinglise, the beautiful chateau. Through shady groves and fields of unmown gra**, It was my joy to come at dusk and see, Filling a little pond's untroubled gla**, Its antique towers and mouldering masonry. Oh, should I fall to-morrow, lay me here, That o'er my tomb, with each reviving year, Wood-flowers may blossom and the wood-doves croon; And lovers by that unrecorded place, Pa**ing, may pause, and cling a little space, Close-bosomed, at the rising of the moon.