TO THE VALLEY
Reading edition
Come hither, oh come hither, There’s a bride upon her bed; They have strewn her o’er with roses, There are roses ‘neath her head: Life is love and tears and laughter, But the laughter it is dead— Sing the way to the Valley, to the Valley— Hey, but the roses they are red!
THE LILY FLOWER Oh, love, it is a lily flower, (Sing, my captain, sing, my lady!) The sword shall cleave it, Life shall leave it— Who shall know the hour? (Sing, my lady, still!)